Another God given beautiful day...to follow the wet and windy one we had yesterday.
I have never seen nor thought I would ever see whales as I did today. Humpbacks 2 or 3 times around us - one so close he snorted (a kind of whistling exhaling sort of sound) and he rolled and surfaced beside us. I could have hit him with a rock. Then a couple swimming as if performing a synchronized dance for our benefit, their backs surfacing and gliding underwater one immediately behind the other. Then another dived and gave us a classic back out and whale tail finish. It was breathtaking.
There was no wind to speak of although we sailed meanderingly for an hour or so listening to the lap of the water aginst the hull. The sun glistened on sea glass water and twinkled as we soaked up the best of the summer day.
A three hour motor and sail brought us to Joe's cove in the Broken Islands a haven for kayakers and a national park. We beachcombed and I skippered the dinghy. I noticed that Tony made a hasty exit back to Aleydabeth...(not so good at the tiller stuff....lots of circles!).
We had appetizers on Aleydabeth's deck and Andy and Danielle joined us. They played the guitar and we joined in a sing song of favorite folk songs including Plaisir d'amour and Four Strong Winds (Andy relented...he is not an Alberta fan). As I wrote this entry in my journal I listen to Andy playing his harmonica and guitar - Hey Jude- on the deck of Gwyneth.
The images of the Broken Islands are beautiful and haunting...little atolls with dark clouds on their shoulders at times or shadows silhouetted aginst sunny or stormy skies. Like handfuls of earth tossed randomly on a welcoming sea, by an all powerful God and placed for the giants of the oceans to swim among.
I have never seen nor thought I would ever see whales as I did today. Humpbacks 2 or 3 times around us - one so close he snorted (a kind of whistling exhaling sort of sound) and he rolled and surfaced beside us. I could have hit him with a rock. Then a couple swimming as if performing a synchronized dance for our benefit, their backs surfacing and gliding underwater one immediately behind the other. Then another dived and gave us a classic back out and whale tail finish. It was breathtaking.
There was no wind to speak of although we sailed meanderingly for an hour or so listening to the lap of the water aginst the hull. The sun glistened on sea glass water and twinkled as we soaked up the best of the summer day.
A three hour motor and sail brought us to Joe's cove in the Broken Islands a haven for kayakers and a national park. We beachcombed and I skippered the dinghy. I noticed that Tony made a hasty exit back to Aleydabeth...(not so good at the tiller stuff....lots of circles!).
We had appetizers on Aleydabeth's deck and Andy and Danielle joined us. They played the guitar and we joined in a sing song of favorite folk songs including Plaisir d'amour and Four Strong Winds (Andy relented...he is not an Alberta fan). As I wrote this entry in my journal I listen to Andy playing his harmonica and guitar - Hey Jude- on the deck of Gwyneth.
The images of the Broken Islands are beautiful and haunting...little atolls with dark clouds on their shoulders at times or shadows silhouetted aginst sunny or stormy skies. Like handfuls of earth tossed randomly on a welcoming sea, by an all powerful God and placed for the giants of the oceans to swim among.