*More Maniacal Laughter*
Jul. 19th, 2005 08:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormOkay. So, Juggler and I took mom's Zodiac out in a small craft warning. We were gonna go to Bowen, but ended up going to this bistro thing inside the curve of Stanley Park instead (marine bistro, it says trendily, HAH).
Mom's up the river right now, so we came down from Burnaby learning the ropes a bit, figuring out how the boat works and where everything needed to be stowed and whatnot. Then we got out of the breakwater that shelters the mouth of the Fraser.
Hah!
I actually felt a little bit seasick, in the end, something that rarely happens to me anymore. There was a lot of chop and swirl to the ocean as we came out, we were a couple of hours short of high tide and everything was really up-and-down. Once we rounded Wreck things got a bit better, and once we got to Stanley Park things were very smooth again. We stopped, refuelled (more for fun and peace of mind than anything, we did not use very much fuel on the whole run, which Juggler says afterwards was about 70km), ate a bit (to settle our stomachs, mostly, since I hadn't had breakfast) and then headed back.
On the way back there was some chop at first, but off Wreck there were long swells just starting to break as they hit Spanish Banks. (I really need to learn more water-place-names, this navigating by 'Stanley Park' and 'Wreck Beach' feels so gauche). They were really only maybe 4' at the highest, and mostly long enough that we didn't have to worry about them much at all. We *did*, however, hit the odd one wrong with the bow, and get the odd one that broke over the bow. I was very glad we were in an inflatable; we saw some dudes in kayaks and went to make sure they were okay, cause one kept rolling. They were, it was likely practice, but it was rough.
I am reminded that I love the sea. If you're going to turn some part of nature into a god, the sea is it for me. Huge, cradling, capricious-but-predictable, immensely powerful... I've been surrounded by hills of water rising up in an ever-changing maze before, just water, all up and down in every direction so that any landscape beyond loses all immediacy in favour of what's there right now. It's happened before, and it happened yesterday, and it's wonderful.
I have whiplash this morning, lightly. I have bruises all over my arms, legs, and butt (crouching lets your lets take the bounce, so I'm stiff, but you can't crouch all the time). In fact, I have bruises that likely won't show for another week, and some that likely won't leave me for a month. I broke mom's airhorn with my butt. I have a ton of ideas on how better to stow stuff next time, because there will be a next time.
It was a lovely ending to my vacation. Today: work, and find a cellphone. Ouch.
Mom's up the river right now, so we came down from Burnaby learning the ropes a bit, figuring out how the boat works and where everything needed to be stowed and whatnot. Then we got out of the breakwater that shelters the mouth of the Fraser.
Hah!
I actually felt a little bit seasick, in the end, something that rarely happens to me anymore. There was a lot of chop and swirl to the ocean as we came out, we were a couple of hours short of high tide and everything was really up-and-down. Once we rounded Wreck things got a bit better, and once we got to Stanley Park things were very smooth again. We stopped, refuelled (more for fun and peace of mind than anything, we did not use very much fuel on the whole run, which Juggler says afterwards was about 70km), ate a bit (to settle our stomachs, mostly, since I hadn't had breakfast) and then headed back.
On the way back there was some chop at first, but off Wreck there were long swells just starting to break as they hit Spanish Banks. (I really need to learn more water-place-names, this navigating by 'Stanley Park' and 'Wreck Beach' feels so gauche). They were really only maybe 4' at the highest, and mostly long enough that we didn't have to worry about them much at all. We *did*, however, hit the odd one wrong with the bow, and get the odd one that broke over the bow. I was very glad we were in an inflatable; we saw some dudes in kayaks and went to make sure they were okay, cause one kept rolling. They were, it was likely practice, but it was rough.
I am reminded that I love the sea. If you're going to turn some part of nature into a god, the sea is it for me. Huge, cradling, capricious-but-predictable, immensely powerful... I've been surrounded by hills of water rising up in an ever-changing maze before, just water, all up and down in every direction so that any landscape beyond loses all immediacy in favour of what's there right now. It's happened before, and it happened yesterday, and it's wonderful.
I have whiplash this morning, lightly. I have bruises all over my arms, legs, and butt (crouching lets your lets take the bounce, so I'm stiff, but you can't crouch all the time). In fact, I have bruises that likely won't show for another week, and some that likely won't leave me for a month. I broke mom's airhorn with my butt. I have a ton of ideas on how better to stow stuff next time, because there will be a next time.
It was a lovely ending to my vacation. Today: work, and find a cellphone. Ouch.
