1-10 June 2012
We do some repairs, laundry and communications, meet up with Vancouver friends, and wait for Elisabeth to arrive from Nova Scotia. It is all very exciting though much of this activity involves using the boat like a car, which is really harder than most people imagine. It can be very exhausting in fact, for we must raise anchor, motor for an hour or two to a new place, sort out how to dock there, put out fenders and dock lines, dock, and race around on shore or meet people for brief periods. Then we ready ourselves to leave the dock, depart, stow the lines and fenders, and find a place to stay for the night. Anchor again. Repeat.
All at a maximum speed of 6 knots an hour. Sometimes in the pouring rain. But who’s complaining?
We can’t believe that, anchored in the Marine Park in Halkett Bay, on Gambier Island, we’re just 5 miles away from Horseshoe Bay, one of Vancouver’s major ferry terminals, or Snug Cove on Bowen Island. Or, in the other direction, Gibson’s Landing on the Sechelt Peninsula.
When the clouds move off, we see long cataracts tumbling down the sides of steep snow-covered mountains on the mainland. We watch eagles and otters and great blue herons and Canada geese and oldsquaws feeding and fishing. Harbour seals sneak up and watch us shyly, then dive noisily. Ferries come and go and we rock in their wakes. A sailboat race around Bowen Island fills the Sound with hundreds of boats of every size and make. We row ashore and go hiking on short steep trails through the cedars. The ferns are taller than we are and vibrant green moss grows on everything. It is dark in the forest, and the light seems to glow greenly; your sense of size is altered by these enormous trees, but so is your eyesight, your sense of colour.
When it rains, the scent of damp cedar fills the air and sometimes, wood smoke. We get cold, so we light a fire, make a minestrone soup and sit in our dry cockpit enclosure, admiring the world or watching the light fall.
British Columbia is crazily beautiful and we’ve fallen in love. We admit it; we’re seduced. If real estate weren’t so terrifyingly expensive here, we’d be tempted to make the jump. But as we go from place to place, using our boat like a car—or parking it for a couple of days at a dock in Snug Cove on Bowen Island, and taking the ferry across to Vancouver to visit with friends—we cannot imagine where we could possibly settle. Each place we see has its glories. Each is but a tiny fraction of the whole. And we’ve only begun to explore.
Each place is hard to leave, but each new inlet beckons, luring us onward. Northward, northward now!