Update from club member Mark, who is headed to Alaska with crew

Wednesday 8 May 

I got up at 5:45 am after a decent sleep and started to do a number of things that involved walking to a couple of places in town, calling around a lot while still on a US network, writing the previous episode of this travelog, etc. By the time all this was done and we had eaten, showered, pumped out, and finally casted off it was 10 past 10.  We motored for about half an hour after leaving Friday Harbor before the wind picked up and we hoisted the sails. Soon enough the sun pierced through the clouds and we sailed to the Canadian customs dock on Pender Island under a blue sky. There was a huge converted fishing vessel there with a Dutch couple who had left Holland 6 years ago. (It burns 20 liters per hour for about 7 knots.) We helped them dock their monstruous ship and then I proceeded to the unmanned customs office to check our boat and crew into Canada. There's just a few phones there. You pick one up and you're in direct communication with some customs office somewhere else. This time they didn't even ask the usual questions like "Where are you going?" "How long are you staying?" "Do you have any fruits and vegetables or guns, drugs, and liquor?". We were just good to go instantly but we decided to hang around a little longer to help the Dutch couple cast off. They however returned with the news that the Canadian customs had decided to search their vessel and a team would arrive within half an hour. "We better get outa here as fast as we can then" was our reaction and we said our goodbyes. 
It took only a few more hours of glorious downwind sailing under a radiant sun to get to our anchorage for the night, a large tranquil bay named Montague Harbor. But on the way, Laszlo was dead set to put his Canadian fishing license to use and to break in his brand new fishing equipment. We didn't catch a thing of course but we threw a crab pot in the water at our anchorage and maybe we'll have better luck with that when we check it tomorrow morning. I'm still skeptical because of the (pierced) can of sardines as bait...

Here's our undaunted fisherman behind his better half:

Btw for you diehard sailors out there, we graciously sailed into the anchorage, dropped the hook, -and- deployed our crab pot, all without ever starting the engine or using the tender.