Sailing up Jervis Inlet II (Literary Interlude)

The crew never did stop exclaiming at the view

As we cruised up the narrow winding ribbon of Jervis Inlet, the sea seemed to part the mountains for us.  They lifted directly from the sea, forested, with sheer cliffs mossed in bronze. Across their glittering snow peaks traveled dark shapes of cloud shadows. Nearer peaks merged with higher neighbors beyond, but the face they presented to us was complete. Sharp spires reached into the clouds and from the heights our eyes could follow one long sweeping line to the Pacific. 

Never until then had I seen a mountain whole.

As we went further lofty mountains took more complete possession.  We stared back at a reach behind us and the way by which we had come was hidden. The peaks had closed in.

“This-this-“ I tried to find words. 

“After a summer of it”, Robert said, “you’ll get peeved when I call you from the galley to have a look. We’re only beginning.”

 Kathrene Pinkerton, Three’s A Crew (1940), about a voyage undertaken in 1924.

 

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About Karin Cope

Karin Cope divides her time between Nova Scotia and British Columbia. She is a poet, sailor, photographer, videographer, writer, activist, blogger and Associate Professor at NSCAD University. Her publications include Passionate Collaborations: Learning to Live with Gertrude Stein, a poetry collection entitled What we're doing to stay afloat, and, since 2009, a photo/poetry blog entitled Visible Poetry: Aesthetic Acts in Progress.
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