I always dread crossing Georgia Strait, but this morning the seas are flat and, miracle of miracles, there isn’t any fog.  The sun was just rising when we pulled the anchor, headed for Nanaimo.

The seas were flat, and the Whiskey Golf torpedo test range wasn’t active, so we were able to head straight for Nanaimo.  The anchorage was full of boats, but we managed to find a spot to anchor right in front of the Dinghy Pub.  Seems strange to be back in civilization, with all the attendant noise.