I woke up to a glassy calm that had settled on the water, and immediately knew this was my chance to take my leave of Tribune Channel before the inflows began, and I would be pounding onto the wind. The mountains here create their own world, as the sun rises it slowly creeps down the steep forested cliffs, while the bay and channel below remain in relative darkness. On some mornings clouds lay low, obscuring the mountain tops entirely from view, creating a low ceiling over those enjoying a ground floor experience. Today, however, the sky is baby blue, rays of light warm the trees in patterns of geometry wherever they are allowed to peak through.

I was sitting in the cockpit working on my laptop as we motored along, and suddenly found myself engulfed in golden light. We had cleared a shadow and come suddenly into the sunlight, what a delightful experience! And what marvellous light. An unexpected easterly breeze has now picked up to blow us out of here. Cruising along at 3 knots under the Genoa, working while listening to the murmur from rushing water, and soaking in the molten gold of the morning light.