We have reached the north end of Vancouver Island, where we have encountered fog, rain, and cool temperatures. After an astonishingly sunny and warm May and June, this is not cause for complaint. But it does make things feel quieter, make one more contemplative. After traveling in a fog whiteout for an hour or two, the appearance of a shoreline seems miraculous. Sensory deprivation whets the appetite, and the fading in and out of elements of scenery have a hypnotic effect. I think about how I might paint the trees in fog, and imagine layers and layers of thin, transparent oil paint.
But when the fog lifts, it's back to excitement and high spirits. Chores and repairs are almost done. Time to round Cape Scott and head down the west coast!