Changing the palatte
On May 2, we flew out of sunny, hot La Paz, landing late in the evening in Vancouver, BC. We went to sleep in the airport hotel, and woke very early to this vista, painted in a palatte of gray and green that had become entirely unfamiliar. We rented a car and drove down to Portland, stunned by florescent yellow green of the spring foliage and the wealth of flowering trees and shrubs. We visited with friends in Seattle and Portland, and began to readjust to living, shopping, and doing business in the land of unlimited choice.
We also made a trip to the Oregon Coast and were fascinated by the beaches and vistas on this rugged stretch, especially impressive for having seen it from the distance of ten miles out in the ocean.
Early on the cold, rainy morning of May 13th, we were in Nanaimo, British Columbia, to meet up with the Dockwise ship, and reclaim 'Indigo'. The photo shows the Captain amidst the boats on the ship while it is still dry. Shortly thereafter, we all climbed ladders to get back on our boats, and waited for some long, chilly hours while the rear of the ship gradually filled with water and we were able to sail away.
Over the week since then, we have cleaned up and reprovisioned the boat, and reorganized ourselves for travel in the Pacific Northwest. We are reveling in the beautiful, still evenings and the dusk that lasts until nearly ten; in the astonishingly fresh and varied produce in the stores; and in the routine of sauna and piles of quilts to ward off the overnight cold. I guess we must be home.
We also made a trip to the Oregon Coast and were fascinated by the beaches and vistas on this rugged stretch, especially impressive for having seen it from the distance of ten miles out in the ocean.
Early on the cold, rainy morning of May 13th, we were in Nanaimo, British Columbia, to meet up with the Dockwise ship, and reclaim 'Indigo'. The photo shows the Captain amidst the boats on the ship while it is still dry. Shortly thereafter, we all climbed ladders to get back on our boats, and waited for some long, chilly hours while the rear of the ship gradually filled with water and we were able to sail away.
Over the week since then, we have cleaned up and reprovisioned the boat, and reorganized ourselves for travel in the Pacific Northwest. We are reveling in the beautiful, still evenings and the dusk that lasts until nearly ten; in the astonishingly fresh and varied produce in the stores; and in the routine of sauna and piles of quilts to ward off the overnight cold. I guess we must be home.