The weather was positively gorgeous and we were snug and cozy nestled in our bunks for several nights of sweet slumber, gently lulled by the action of the tide.
The sunsets were amazing...
I finished The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry which I really enjoyed and have started reading Meg Wolitzer's new novel, The Interestings.
I'm impressed by her writing style and must remember to read some of her previous novels.
We savoured some succulent oysters in a mignonette sauce on the outdoor patio.
The Pender Island vineyard Sea Star Ortega was the perfect pairing...
so good in fact, that we purchased a few bottles to take home.
Keeping cool was a challenge...
the daily dips in the pool were essential.
Canada Geese and their goslings swam to and fro...from boat to boat hoping for a handout.
This cannon sits near the Canadian Customs dock...
I wonder if it a warning.
beach combing with hopes of finding some smooth sea glass or a shell.
Looking at Mother Nature's handiwork never gets boring...
The beach is made up mostly of clam shells...generally referred to as a midden.
The First Nations people would have eaten the clams as they were plentiful and easy to harvest.
The ocean would have provided a rich diet of seafood and the many small protected harbours would have been easy to reach by canoe for the hunter gatherers.
Archaeological digs are quite common on the Gulf Islands.
Arrowheads can still be found if one knows where to look.
The local Arbutus trees have a red bark that peels away like paper revealing a limey green wood underneath.
Seaweed and barnacles
The ocean is cold so I rarely swim in the sea.
There were people swimming and I am sure it would have been refreshing given the heat.
One big Barnacle!
Put to use as a place to store change...
toonies for the marina showers.
Hope you've enjoyed this wee peek into our latest boating adventure.
It's back to work for Mr. HB and I'll be catching up on the domestics and gardening
here at The Humble Bungalow.