Summer time: that hazy time of year when it can all just slow down a little. A time for outdoors hobbies and good times – for metal friends and long walks. A time for the barbecue, the back yard, and clean, clear glasses with long stems. A time when cold drinks balance the heat of the day. Doing odd jobs and not minding at all because they get you out of the house.
On a recent trip to Nanaimo, on Vancouver Island, I took a quiet evening by myself to hop a ferry and mosey on over to the Dinghy Dock Pub for dinner. As an ordinarily landlocked lubber I thought it would be appropriate to order seafood – especially given how fresh it must be when you’re surrounded by ocean. Surely that’s the best time to eat it.
While I was there I had the opportunity to watch a yacht race. I kept hearing a horn sound and there were two men standing at the end of a long pier while five or six yachts of various sizes tried to line up for the start. Finally, a gun went off, and all the boats trundled on out of the harbour to the south. It was a leisurely spectacle. Someone in the pub hooted once and everyone went back to their beer.
About an hour later a lone yacht came back, circled around and crossed the finish line. Most of the people who had seen the regatta leave were already gone, so I reflected not on what I was seeing, but on what I had missed. The whole race had unfolded in the time it took to eat my fish and chips and down my little pint; it had started and finished in the same spot, and I hadn’t seen I thing.
So there you go: a new slant on “can’t watch this“.
Here’s the race winner.
Object lesson: To see where you’re going on a rough sea, it’s worth keeping your windows clean.
Thanks for visiting.
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Another shot of the beautiful harbour at Nanaimo, British Columbia.
We’re looking at Vancouver Island as a possible re-location site.
Soaring high above the foam,
Spans of genius bring me home
Here’s some more from Vancouver Island – a sunrise view of beautiful Nanaimo Harbour.
I’ve been working on many things over the last while including taking another trip out to Vancouver Island.
I sure do love it out there. The ocean is so captivating, so mysterious – the moods, so contrasting, divergent. Even the mundane on the island seems glorious – and the air is fresh and clean.
Here’s one little thing I saw while there – a definite contrast between tall and not-so-tall.