and all is well. The moon is waxing - getting fuller and more beautiful every night. We are showered and winding down, preparing for an early morning departure to cross the Straits of Georgia. Pat just listened to the weather report and their prediction is for 3 knots of wind and calm seas. I was only half listening when the word 'robust' was uttered! Boy I wish I had been listening more closely. It is confusing sometimes to listen and know where they are talking about. I suppose if I was the one steering the boat, it would make more sense for I would know which end is up on the map!
The marina is quiet and still. If all goes well we will land in Westview and I will be going out to dinner at the Alchemist! Oh I do hope that they are still doing well and will tease my tastebuds and wow my sense of smell and sight. The marina is old and funky and I like it just that way. After my sense of something missing at Pirate's Cove, the special acquaintances we met that last year; genuine people that after meeting them leave you with the feeling of wanting to spend more time with - wholesome and genuinely enjoying the adventures given to them everyday and one another. And pleasantly surprising us, they are just over on the other dock tonight. We sat and got to get them better for about an hour. Bill and Brenda are the ones who live aboard their Emma, a 32' Nordic Tug. We nowhave exchanged calling cards and hopefully we will continue to stay in touch.
Pat did a great job, of timing our voyage through Dodds Narrow this afternoon. It was a real parade of vessels, large and small heading north. As I write this a mental picture of geese flying in formation comes to mind! Along one shore, happened to be with the sun shining on it, a home with a big wide porch was occupied with friends sitting comfortably in easy chairs, mugs of coffee in their hands. I imagine friendly talk flowing among them and then stopping to watch the caravan passing by. There was a couple sitting on a small blanket along the shoreline not too far from the home watching as if this was a planned activity for passing the time on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Were they there, dreaming of joining us, or waiting for an agressive - foolish captain to add to their list of "Did you hear about the time. . .?" I know I have gone to the Ballard locks- knowing that this was good inexpensive entertainment, guaranteed every time we went for something to take home; be it a lesson of what not to do or just laughing at others expense. I believe our yacht club has an acknowledgement for that, called the "Sinking Feeling" Award. I hope we don't ever receive that. . . but if you notice I did not say "never"?
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