Lagoon Cove: "prawns and no prawns" Aug 22 & 23

We left Echo Bay August 22 and picked up our prawn trap. Little did we know this was to be our last catch in this prawn trap.




It was a dark and threatening day. So we enjoyed our refuge at the docks of Lagoon Cove.












Lagoon Cove has a potluck every night. The boaters bring their favorite dishes and Bill and Jean, the owners of Lagoon Cove, furnish prawns, and there are always plenty for second and third helpings.



We set our prawn trap on the way into the cove and when we tried to retrieve it the following morning, the inner bay was so rough we couldn't bring in the trap, so we left it and headed back to the Cove for another night. We had to subject ourselves to yet another night eating Bill's prawns. Believe me, it was not too difficult. The prawns are smaller than in years past, but they are sweet and tasty none the less.
Oh, this reminds me.... the cake with the missing cup of water...... Well, it turned out pretty much like brownies, and actually it was great! I used canned frosting and put marshmallow sauce with it. That was our contribution the first night, and the only dessert on the table. Well, the second night there was more dessert, so maybe I started something. Cooks never know if their mistakes will be a flops or successes. I was lucky this time!

After the potluck we we realized that the wind coming into the cove was not going to let up enough to keep our boat from jerking around all night, so we asked to be moved. The only place Bill had to put us where we wouldn't be subjected to the winds was at the "honeymoon suite". It a dock off to the side and is separated from Lagoon Cove. You need a boat shuttle to get to the Cove itself, ergo the name honeymoon suite. It was very quiet there.











Our view from the Honey Moon Suite

We left early in the morning to retrieve our prawn trap. The water was flat and we had no problem hooking the float, however retrieving the trap was another story. We got just so much distance between the float and the boat, and then nothing! It was stuck. We tried all the techniques for pulling it up, but it was so well hooked that the boat stalled. We determined we must be hooked to a cable on the bottom, and had to abandon our efforts. By this point in time, the float was submerged along with about 300 feet of line. That's where we had to cut the rope. That was a painful act, as that meant we had lost TWO prawn traps this summer. The only consolation was that George's three-day fishing license had already expired and we couldn't fish in Canada any more this year anyway. Sela vie









The day's gloomy weather matched our mood.

luv/joB

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