Dark-gray clouds shrouded the nearby mountains and an ominous looking squall line moved briskly over the Strait of Georgia as we motored northward across a dead calm sea. In the distance I watched as three sailboats heeled sharply from the force of a strong northwesterly breeze while being enveloped by the rain.
The sound of our anchor chain rolling through the windless was like church bells summoning the faithful. We were dropping the hook for the fist time in six weeks and it was music to our ears. A few hours later we watched the sun drop behind the mountains on Vancouver Island from the cockpit and toasted to being back out on Yahtzee.
Six weeks. That’s how long Yahtzee sat at a dock in Ganges on Salt Spring Island with engine problems. If it had to be anywhere, Ganges certainly wasn’t a bad place to be. It was fun to meet great people and to discover such a cool island that most passing boaters only stop at for a day or two to get provisions. Jill got so into the island that she’s basically a local and may apply for a job at the visitor center next season;)