I am waiting in line at the ferry terminal at Nanaimo, Duke Point, on my way home after a much too short 2 weeks up in the Broughtons. Always spectacular there. This year, from spectacular long, hard rains to absolute clear, dark sky nights and meeting some C-BRAT friends, it was a great time again. A pod of dolphin the size of a city block, a couple jumping so close to my boat I could have touched them, and the peace and quiet of a snug anchorage through a night of 20 to 30 blows with lightning, thunder, gale and waves, and I hardly saw a ripple. One night, anchored near a bank and trees aft, I woke to do an anchor check, the sky was so dark and the water so flat I could not tell where the horizon was, and the water was full of star reflections. Seemed I was floating in space. It is always good and often different. Expectations are rarely met and often exceeded. No schedule, no destination, just cruising with a whim and good music and a good book to help in the rainy spells. It is so hard to leave. I wonder if that is why there is a place up there called "God's Pocket"?
Harvey
SleepyC :moon