We have returned to civilization. There are large metal contraptions that roar and grumble and roll around on this completely unnatural black trail that meanders through this village that has large buildings with flashing signs. And there are people everywhere! Hundreds of them....no, thousands of them! And they sit in these contraptions as they move throughout the village. They do not carry back packs loaded with water, snacks, first aid, bug spray, and sunscreen. They carry fancy little bags that fit in one hand or over their shoulder. So many of them are looking at their hands and moving their fingers around on some rectangular device. They rarely look up. They are all moving so fast and look as if they have some place to be. No time to talk, I'm late, I'm late....
So this is the city! Cars, and streets, and stores, and shopping, and people, and phones, and people in cars with phones going shopping, and internet that works. And ice cream and hamburgers! (Yells Bucket) His first meal when we tie up to a dock in a place that serves food is a hamburger with catsup and pickles, his favorite.
Our most recent experience with a real city was just a few of days ago (July 9, 2014). We were in Campbell River (fishing capitol of the world). Campbell river is a city of 40 thousand. Can you say, "Over stimulated?" Okay, everyone knows what it is like to be in a big city. We had not planned to arrive in the city for another day. Before Campbell River we were at a nice little dock at Port Harvey Marina. Let me back up a little more. On July 08, 2014 at 09:43 we start the engine at 09:55 we cast off from the dock at the quaint and pleasant Lagoon Cove Marina (one of our favorite stops in the Broughton Islands). At 10:03 we are underway, our course overground is 100 degrees (m), speed overground an easy 6.6 kts, true wind speed the dull 2.2 kts, and we are in a comfortable depth of 176 feet. It is overcast and cool, looks like rain. We have a course set for Port Harvey.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
|Yellow Eye Rockfish for dinner?|
|Or Ling Cod? Both caught the same day and on the menu for dinner that evening.|
|Excuse me? Can I get a price check (at Duncanby).|
|This is a real road, it is called the Corduroy Road.|
|Hiking back from the lake at the "now closed Greenway Marina."|
|Deep in the woods....happy days|
|A bird tornado forming|
|Hello Mr. Humback whale|
|Hello again....he entertained us for a good 45 minutes. We have videos of this whale and a pod of dolphins (wish I could figure out how to post them). Amazing!|
|My friend, Mary. She travels on the Grand Banks named 4th of July. She is a keeper!|
|Bucket makes friends so easily. This is Bucket, David, and Guiness going out to pick up the prawn trap.|
|Returning with 3 prawns (they were BIG prawns!)|
|David is certain we should have a dog on the boat.|
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
I have a new found respect for the technological bundle of internet, email, texting, and words with friends. I got the news that my Grandfather had a severe stroke and may be undergoing some type of surgery by the end of the week. Yes, I call him Grandfather. He never said whether or not he preferred Grandpa or Gramps or anything other than Grandfather. Although I am sure that if he did not like the name I gave him he would surely let me know. He had no problem speaking his truth to me. I could always count on him to be straight up and forward with me, no subtleties and no beating around the bush, not from him, not ever. That is what I admire and like about him. When I was just a little girl, still in grade school, I watched the movie "Heidi." Heidi and her Grandfather had the perfect relationship as far as I can remember. It was then that I decided to call my Grandpa, "Grandfather," it was a name, that for me represented a purest form of trust and love.
I love my Grandfather. I love him for so many reasons one of them being that he liked me and not because he had to. He genuinely liked me. He listened and conversed. He never ever casted judgement or lay shame, though, trust me, he never hesitated to tell me if he though I was full of shit. He called bull when he thought bull. He brought me laughter and confidence and I trusted that he always had my back. He lifted me up.
Now here I am so so many miles away and he is thinking of leaving this world. I know it is ridiculous for me to think that I could find a way to get to Idaho and I could change everything. Make my Grandfather well and put him back to the way I remember him. I am not going to make it to Idaho any time soon and I feel so helpless and sad. If I could just have another moment with this man whom I hold so dear to my heart. He must know that he is one of a kind in my book and he added so much joy to my life. He made a difference. His love, honesty, and so many words he spoke from his heart, adds to the beauty I find in life. I can only hope I told him and showed him what he meant to me.
A few years back I read a book by Mitch Album titled "The Five People You Meet In Heaven." I just want to say that I hope my Grandfather is one of the five people I have the honor of meeting in heaven.
I have hope that he will recover from this stroke. So far the news that I have received has been far from positive or hopeful of a full recovery. I will keep him close to my heart and in my thoughts and send prayer for peace, comfort, and healing.
Thank you to my loved ones (Shawn, Hope, and Carlee) for reaching out to me and keeping me informed. It means more to me than you will ever know. I feel pretty blessed that we are docked and a little closer to civilization and I was able to receive the news, though I would have preferred it to be good news.
|April 3, 2014|
|I love this smile|
Sunday, June 22, 2014
We rarely stay in one place for more than a day. We haven't any phone service. This is a strange way of living. I feel so primitive sometimes. Conserving water, making bread two or three times a week, using powdered milk, washing clothes in the cockpit by hand and hanging them out to dry. Sometimes I get so frustrated with the whole thing and want the conveniences of being a "land lubber." Then, on the other hand, fishing for our daily meat is kind of exciting. I do have to tell you though, I filleted the cod the other day and had such a hard time. I don't know how to fillet ANYTHING! I made such a mess (a bloody, yucky mess) and the fish was looking at me while I was stripping him of his meat, which I mutilated and wasted so much of. Scott has done the catching, and cleaning and I do the cooking. Anyway, we were underway and fishing and I HAD to do the filleting. It was terrible for me! I thought, "Oh, my....I think I might have to become a vegetarian." Well, we had cod and rockfish for dinner that night and all that passed. The fresh food is unbeatable.
We spend most of our days anchored and tucked away in little coves away from and out of the weather. Our solar panels provide enough electricity to watch a movie and have lights at night. Our stove is propane and we have diesel heat. The heater, uses less than a gallon of fuel a day. We carry 57 gallons of diesel in our tanks and 150 gallons of fresh water lasts us about two weeks. We haven't hiked in a while because we have been in bear country and we don't have bear spray. When we go out I carry a beer can full of coins and spend the entire trip making noise. We would really like to see the bear instead of scare it so we set out peanut butter bagels and sit on the boat waiting for a show. We haven't seen the show yet.
We have seen many other forms of wild life which is totally cool though. And we DID see that Mama with her two cubs. What we really wanted to see is this bear called a Spirit Bear. It is a blonde brown bear. You can look it up and read about it.It is not albino, just has an odd gene and there are about 400 of them on Princess Royal Island, BC.
Right now we are held up in a place called Dawson's Landing. We have been here since Thursday the 19th. The weather has been calling for gale force winds (Southeast) between 20 and 40 knots and seas up to 8 feet. We have to go South around Cape Caution so we need the wind and sea in our favor. We think we will be here until Tuesday. We are feeling very cooped up. The rain is relentless and the only trail here is the dock which is about 400 feet long. I am ready to move on.
On the bright side. We crossed paths with this wonderful couple in Princess Louisa Inlet. They are traveling on a boat named 4th of July. We re-crossed paths on our way back down in Lewall Inlet on Stirling Island. They also ended up here at Dawson's Landing, waiting out the weather. We are very happy to spending the time on the dock with them. They have turned out to be top notch people, and we have decided to keep them. They are good friends. Their names are Ken and Mary and they live in Nevada. They cruise this area once a year for vacation and have done so for years.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
|These swings have been appropriately labeled "Adult Swings."|
They are located on a trail in Lagoon Cove. Scott could almost touch the sky! He got the swing as high as a 90 degree angle!
|The swings from a different perspective|
|From Lagoon Cove to Sullivan Bay|
|A fire on the beach a Fury Cove|
|And marshmallows .... of course|
|And sand/shell castles|
|The monster trucks work much better on the beach than on the boat|
|HAPPY DANCE! HAPPY DANCE!|
NOW THIS....is a sand beach. This is called West Beach at Pruth Bay on Calvert Island
|Yep...real sand and a WHOLE sand dollar|
|The finder (he left it where he found it)|
|Rock climbing after some wave running|
|A full day of exercise (we all love this)|
|This is the coolest outhouse on any trail we have wandered thus far (Pruth Bay)|
|Fire and Mallows (peace, love, and joy!)|
|We are artists! Our sculpture on West Beach|
|This is art (not done by us)|
|Carved in a tree at Pruth Bay|
|Butedale....there is history here|
|The remains of an old cannery|
|Looking a bit worn down|
|The dock at Butedale. It only looks unsafe|
|Planes dock here too...must be safe|
|generator for electricity|
|ran using an alternator|
|The mind that makes this work is a brilliant one|
|Look! Scott caught dinner! 21 1/4 inches|
|It actually fed us two dinners! Indescribably delicious!|
|We were hoping to see a "Spirit Bear," (which is a blonde brown bear)....all we got was a research ground that was surrounded with barbed wire that captured the hair of the bear as he walked around the baited area.|
|So....we gave up bear scouting for the day and went swimming instead (brrrr...it was like 46 degree water)|
|This like a good place to build a sculpture|
|And he was right|
|Scott builds one and so does Bucket...TWO sculptures left at Morris Bay on Lady Douglas Island|
|Our return trip to Shearwater (as we head back down) blessed us with a velvety sunset|
|And a second stop at West Beach in Pruth Bay|
|Offered Bucket a beach race with a student at the research institute (his name is David, he is researching the life and behavior of the River Otter)|
|Bucket also joined the girls on the dock researching the Moon Jellyfish.|
He was sure they were disappointed when he had to go.
His words were, "Well girls, sorry, but it is time for me to go. Don't touch the Lion Mane Jellyfish, they will sting you."
|Wild life....An Eagle observes the line up of Ravens on the breakwater at Alert Bay|
|Swan in the wild.....such an "AWE" moment for me|
|Dinner (cod, and not his good side for this photo)|
|Eagles...lovely sight....so proud and majestic|
|Cape Caution on our way up|
|Whale fin....say hello|
|And good bye|
|showing a bit of hump|
|and a bit more|
|before he fades away as mysteriously as he appeared|
|We LOVE LOVE LOVE the dolphins (I am trying to post a video of them dancing and playing at the bow of the boat while we are underway)|