Twinkle Toes.
The sun’s out, I should be dancing!A blue-sky morning and a brisk breeze — on the ferry. Vancouver Island.
Canada to Cape Town is quicker by aeroplane.
It’s a little chilly here this morning, but at least it’s not raining.
I had never seen bread like this before. When she offered it to me, I shook my head.
“No thanks, that’s weird — Montreal-style smoked beef between slices of chocolate bread? Nah! No thanks!”
“Trust me” she pleaded, “it’s not what you think, let me introduce you to swirly rye.”
It did not take long to wolf that Rueben down.
We motored through the drizzle into Maple Bay.
The mist wafted through the firs like dragon’s breath. We tied up and walked along the floating docks past the House Boats to find winter cheer in the Pub.
We took a little trip up island to Genoa Bay, in the rain.
It rained so hard that all the cobwebs were flushed into the sea and it turned a milky green.
A rare sight — a snow covered Mt Baker in full view from our deck — and only when it’s NOT raining.
Now we can most certainly say that we have sailed the Salish Sea.
(Try saying that whole sentence quickly)
With a chart on the table
and Lily B gleaming to go
we were ready to launch ourselves across the Georgia Straits.
But it felt so different.
We had NO SAILS.
Single engine, no sails.
It really felt different.
We made a beeline across the water and timed it well.
With no activity in the Whiskey Golf area we were able to hammer on ahead straight across the straits to the Sunshine Coast without being blown up off course!
