|dusk at anchor|
Later the next day, we went beach-combing along the rocky shore, bumping into only two or three other people... We had the view to ourselves, but there was evidence we weren't the only ones to appreciate this unique island park.
An aspiring Andy Goldsworthy had built a cairn along the shore with found materials.
And there was an panicked love letter, wrapped in plastic and taped to a picnic table, "Hi! Brazilian Girl!" The writer had fallen in love on the ferry, arranged a meeting, missed the connection, and was desperate to find his lost love. I wonder if he ever found her, or if he will be forever unrequited? I wonder if the cairn builder and letter writer were the same person, even though the stones and the picnic table were several hundred meters apart?
Winds were light, but we kept the sails up, wing on wing, for the trip back to BPYC. It took hours longer than it normally would, but I didn't mind a bit.
Early this morning Yondering had her Haul Out. She's in the cradle for the winter.
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|Yondering wih CN Tower in distance|
|Wing on wing is a beautiful thing......|