The Fog Row…Rowing from Hollyburn Sailing Club to Eagle Harbour and back in the Fog.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The Urban Oarsman rows from Hollyburn Sailing Club to Eagle Harbour in West Vancouver and back on a foggy day in October 2013.  I arrive at HSC early on October 18th, 2013, rig the boat and am ready to hit the water by 9:30am.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Gwragedd Annwn at HSC, leaving her space, ready to row to Eagle Harbour.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Gwragedd Annwn at the top of the ramp.  I have signed out in the Club’s logbook.  Should anyone look, there is a record of when I left and where I expect to go.  There is no wind, the water is flat.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Hollyburn Sailing Club slowly vanishes into the fog astern of Gwragedd Annwn.  I will head out from the club, go past the fishing pier and head West for Point Atkinson.  As I have my GPS unit, I do not have to keep insight of the shoreline.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Not much to see looking South into the fog.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Ambleside Park vanishes into the fog.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Ambleside Park has faded into the fog and the Fishing Pier will soon fade into the fog too.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Is that the sun trying to burn through the fog?

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

This view is looking North at the West Vancouver shoreline.  Nothing to see here.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Nothing to see to the South in this fog.   Good thing that I have my rowing compass.  A rowing compass reads backwards, so it tells you the direction that you are heading in.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

 Drifting with the outing tide.  The rowing compass reads South, the direction that Gwragedd Annwn is pointing.  The direction that I am looking over the transom is North.  Hence the direction read off the compass is the direction that I am heading in.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The GPS shows a 1.8 knot tide.  With the calm and the fog, you do not know that you are moving.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Nothing to see looking West.  Right down on the deck the visibility in the fog is quite good.  The fog does not seem to come right down to the water’s surface.  The fog seems to be twenty or thirty feet above the ocean’s surface.  Good thing that I have my rowing compass so I can stay on course.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The water and the fog seem to become one in the distance.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The sun is trying to peek through again.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Dolphins pass by me heading into the harbour.  They are almost gone by the time I get my camera.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

A freighter at anchorage #14 looms out of the fog.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

As I close I begin to make out her name…A…R…I…A…N…A. “Ariana”.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

“Ariana” fades astern as the fog closes in.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

A Pilot boat speeds by.  I listen to “Harbour Traffic” on channel 14.  The freighter “Star Loen”, anchored at anchorage #15 is due to ship anchor and head into the inner harbour at 11:30am.  The Pilot boat is delivering the Harbour Pilot to guide her in.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The “Star Loen” looms out of the mist as I row by Anchorage #15.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

I hear the sounds of the anchor being raised as I row past from her.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Having dropped off the Harbour Pilot, The Crew boat speeds back,

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The fog clears a little. I leave her astern.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Point Atkinson Lighthouse in the fog.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog rowReflection of the sun trying to burn through the fog.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The fog lifts a little and I can see a few freighters and Point Grey across the harbour.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The “Star Loen” begins to get under way, heading for the inner harbour.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The fog is rising at Point Atkinson.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

With her anchor up. the “Star Loen” slowly heads into the Inner Harbour.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

As an empty freighter heads in, a loaded freighter heads out.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

High fog or low clouds at Atkinson?

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Final shot of the “Star Loen” heading in with her anchor raised.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Fog in the trees as I enter Howe Sound.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

A grey day for rowing.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Passing Lighthouse Park heading up Howe Sound.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Grebe Islets in the fog.  There are a lot of harbour seals here and boy can you smell them.  From the aroma I would think that they eat a lot of fish… or at least a lot of fish remains come out of the other end.  I stopped counting them at seventy.  This islet rises 7 meters above the water.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The Grebe Islet light.  The islet was festooned with plover birds looking for food.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

I row on, leaving Grebe Islets behind.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The Big House on the un-named islet West of Eagle Island.  There is only one house on the Islet.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Entering Fisherman’s Cove.  Race Rock Yacht Services is to the left on the shore.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Close-up view of  Race Rock Yacht Services.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

A larger clinker inboard on the shore of Eagle Island.  She is named Katie Brock.  The last time I saw her here was in October of 2008.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

One of the “Lions Club” Orcas is on the Island.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The passage between Eagle Island and the mainland.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

A fellow Oarsman fishing by the Eagle Harbour Yacht Club breakwater barge.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Rowing back to Point Atkinson, I leave Grebe Islets and all of their seals behind.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

What is this? a passage through the rock to…?

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The channel is not wide enough for Gwragedd Annwn to enter.  It does go thirty or forty feet into the cliff.  Looking at the mussels, I would bet that I could row Gwragedd Annwn all the way in at high tide.  I will come again, another day, at the height of the tide to try.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Another chasm splits the rock.  too narrow to  explore much.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Almost to Point Atkinson.  looks like the fog is still thick here.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Point Atkinson on the return trip.  The fog is getting thicker as I enter the harbour.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Closing on the point.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Passing the lighthouse.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The supplies dock at Atkinson.  Do not think that it is used anymore.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The search light bunker at Atkinson.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Close-up view of the search light bunker.  There are three others around English Bay just like it.  One at Stanley Park by Siwash Rock and two on the beach at Point Grey.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

A clear view to the freighter at Anchorage #14 She is the “Ariana”.  I passed her on the way out.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Point Atkinson is fogging in again.  Gwragedd Annwn’s wake trails to the horizon.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Coming up on the “Ariana”.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Passing the “Ariana”.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

Another freighter looms out of the fog heading into the harbour.  I knew that she was coming in from listening to “Harbour Traffic” on channel 14 on the VHS radio.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

I do not know who these guys are or where they are from.  Their rubber ducks said “APSA” on the bow.  The ducks are red like Coast Guard Boats, but, they did not say “Coast Guard” and the drivers were not wearing Coast Guard Gear.  They just zoomed by heading West.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog rowA tug and her tow enter harbour in the inbound shipping lane.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog rowA freighter leaves the Inner Harbour, in the outbound shipping lane.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog rowA power boat speeds by as the freighter leaves.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The famous “Pink Building” in the fog.  A West Vancouver Landmark.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

As I am derigging Gwragedd Annwn on the HSC launching ramp, the police boat appears out of the fog, heading for the Fishing Pier and the small dock attached to it.

The Urban Oarsman...The fog row

The R.G. McBeath stopped by the floating dock and some people came down and did some filming with her in the background.  Just another day on Patrol, I guess.  She then vanished southbound into the fog.  I finish derigging Gwragedd Annwn, put on her cover and put her back into her spot.

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The Urban Oarsman…The Fog Row.

Happy rowing,

Mike
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