Photojournalism

For five days this spring break, I reclined on the deck of a catamaran, sailing along the coast of Vancouver Island. Beautiful vistas of green hills and deep blue water rolled by while I read my novel and ate unhealthy food on the hood of "Falcor" my mom's new sailboat. We were lucky enough to get sun and light winds for all but the last day of our voyage and we took full advantage of it. With our dog Tessa lying on the foredeck, we made our way to Nanaimo and back. At night we anchored in sheltered bays and watched movies in the spacious cabin while drinking non alcoholic beverages. We had a bumpy start when the engine decided to cut out while we were in the middle of casting off from the dock in or crowded marina. Fortunately we barely even crashed into someone else's boat, and then we were on our way. In Nanaimo we had fish tacos, which had the unfortunate combination of being extremely spicy and sloppy. With the result that you would make a disgusting mess when you tried to reach for your drink. The last day of the voyage was characterized by big, boxy waves, which led to a logistically interesting lunch.

The marina where we started or journey. The red hotel on the left had a great restaurant.

As we left the inner harbor it was a bit too windy for sitting on the front deck, but Jordan resolutely weathered the wind.

Lori helmed the boat for most of the trip, while Norm operated the sails and navigated The portholes on the ship allowed for interesting shortcuts, and interesting photos.

There isn't a deck shot for the fifth day because we ran into heavy waves.

Tessa always came on deck when we got close to shore. She was less than ecstatic about the trip.

Norm has a tendency to flail when he explains things.

Nanaimo was many things, but most importantly it was a place to restock our candy supplies.