A woman stopped me in a store in Campbell River and asked me a question about the labeling. “We’re new here.”
“New to the store or new to Campbell River?”
“We just moved here from Newfoundland two months ago. Tell me…..is the weather always this bad?”
“Nah. Sometimes it really rains.”
Her jaw dropped.
“Hey! I am only kidding. Seriously. It doesn’t always rain. Sometimes it snows. But, you know, climate change and all that…now it is just rain and more rain. Allatime. 24/7. But it isn’t cold anymore so we are happy. And no mosquitoes. Earthquakes have been pretty light lately and so that is good. ‘Course, lots of people dying from Fentanyl so the death toll still remains high. The good part of that is that it has lessened the demand for real estate, ya know…?”
“Oh my God!”
“I know! Now is the time to buy. Your timing is perfect.”
I left her, jaw agape, at the mushrooms. She was there a long time. I guess my label explanation was not clear.
We had arrived that morning on the early-for-us ferry at 9:00. It was a bit rough. So rough, in fact, the captain delayed departure by a few minutes explaining that we would still make the scheduled arrival but the less time spent out in the strait, the better. (Think about that for a minute). We arrived to the terminal in a roller coaster – literally. I have seen a lot of big waves in my time but never have I seen 8-footers only thirty feet apart. It was extreme chop.
We went about our business – which was minimal due to quite frequent visits over the last few weeks – and headed back early. When we got to the terminal, we heard that they had stopped the ferry earlier in the day because it just got too rough. But it was running when we were there and we got on and headed back. When we got home a few hours later, Sal checked messages. We just received the notification that the ferry had stopped again on the very next sailing after we got back. We managed to ‘slip’ between two ferry cancellations.
Some ‘Merican fishboat got caught out in that and was in serious peril so the coast guard went to rescue them. But they could not move him against the tide, the wind, the current rips and the rain so they held up in a back eddy for a few hours till the worst of it abated. The water was so bad in Johnstone Strait that day the Coast Guard couldn’t move!
You won’t read about any of that in the news (unless the woman squeals). It is just an ordinary day, really. Coast guard does a rescue, the ferry captain uses common sense and skill to maximize service while likely saving lives and adjusting the schedule as required. Sal and I just went to the hospital for a test and did a little shopping. Then we drove through the wilderness on a partially washed out logging road and made the last leg of our journey home in a small 17 foot boat during a torrential rain storm.
So……..how was your day?