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Home Stretch

Once we left the blizzard belt behind and got into the lower mainland of BC, we could smell the salt water. More than ever, we had that “horse to the barn” feeling. It had been a long drive from Central Washington that day, and we were glad to be driving beside the industrial area along the Fraser River, if only because it meant we would soon be home.

The road was busy with tractor trailers and industrial vehicles, but it was the quickest route to the ferry terminal where we would connect to Vancouver Island. (At this point, we are near Surrey and New Westminster, suburbs of Vancouver, which is on the mainland of British Columbia. Our home town, though, is on Vancouver Island, a two-hour ferry ride from the mainland. The city of Vancouver is not on Vancouver Island.)

Here, with the Port Mann Bridge up ahead,  we were traveling at highway speed with trucks and vehicles on all sides. Ahead of us, a large piece of wood lay in our lane. It had fallen off a truck, and looked similar to a loading pallet, but bigger, more like a part of a wall for some pre-fab construction, about five feet by eight feet and about three inches thick. We had no room to go into another lane and no way to avoid it without causing an accident.

I imagined our freshly changed trailer tire exploding as we drove over the wood. The bumping and crunching noise was horrendous. We sucked in our breath through gritted teeth and waited for disaster to strike us.

But the angels were watching over us (maybe they thought we’d had enough trouble already), and we continued on, relatively unscathed.

I remembered earlier that day, pulling over at a stopping place by an auto wreckers’ near the U.S. border and seeing a nearly new trailer that had run out of luck. I also remember thinking that it still had pretty good tires and wondered if they wanted to sell them to us.

By some miracle, we arrived at the terminal with about half an hour to spare before the next ferry left. But the ferry was already full and we expected to have to wait for another sailing. Luck was in our favour for the second time that day. Yes, the car decks on the ferry were full, but there was room on the deck where only transport trucks and trailers were carried.

In the photo below, most of these cars did not get on that sailing, but we got on because of having the trailer. This was one of the first times it worked in our favour.

After a two-hour crossing and another two hours of driving, we arrived at our own “home, sweet home.”

It was not blowing a blizzard and actually was quite pleasant.


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Heriot Bay

At Heriot Bay on Quadra Island stands an inn that was built in 1895 by Hosea Arminis Bull. He sold it in 1926 and it was resold in 1943. After at least two more owners and several upgrades along the way, the inn now boasts bathrooms in each suite, as well as an art gallery, fireside lounge, and dining room.

The inn is at the departure point for the ferry to another of the Gulf Islands, Cortes. With each ferry ride, the lifestyles of the inhabitants go back more to a simpler (and often healthier, or at least more free) way of life –  or as we called it in the 70s, “more laid back, man.”

Here is the Heriot Bay Inn in 2016, over a hundred .years after it was first built.

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 The side entrance has a special kind of decorative wall covering. I had to go up close to see what it was.

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I noticed that one of the LPs was of Mario Lanza, a singer from the 50s.

Looking out from the inn, you can see the bay where the ferry docks. Very convenient if you’re staying overnight before continuing on to Cortes Island the next day.

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Here we are on our way to Cortes Island. I hear they have people who live on acreages with goats running around the yard. The clotheslines are extra high. You might be able to guess why, after you’ve sat in the backyard as a guest and had a goat eat your shirt while it’s pissing on your feet. Goats will eat anything and they have no sense of modesty.

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Next time you’re on Vancouver Island, why not take a side trip to Quadra and Cortes? Just be sure to bring along an extra shirt, and watch what’s going on by your feet.

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