Nov.21 25
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Day 13 From Powell River to Sechelt, Earl’s Cove and Horseshoe Bay:
Above: The Ride to Savary from Lund
So we had to start our journey back, we left our lovely Airbnb about 10 am after packing and tidying up. The tree outside my window was just perfect for looking at while I was writing, it just sorta stood there and waited and gave shade when it was hot and beyond it there was another tree and a rhododendron tree with pink flowers that were just finishing. It had been the perfect writing desk. One only gets those every so often and one has to watch out for them. They are the clue and the spur to do the writing and having the space to do it in.
From Powell River we drove to the ferry in Saltery Bay, this one is the smaller ferry, maybe half the size of the ferry that serves Vancover so I reckon there was maybe two hundred cars on board and we all fitted. We waited in the car park above the dock. Everything is mountainous here. It was hot so we got out of our cars and started to walk towards the little park with trees nearby for kids to play on. From there we could look down on the dock and watch for the ferry drawing in, from above. It drew in quietly from between two arms of the mountains falling into the sea.
We all clambered back into cars, drove quickly and smoothly in our rows onto the ferry, and got out of our cars with bags of food and found a table with a view of the scenery and had a lunch of pita bread and humous. We ate watching mountains, passing through deep water.
We disembarked and there are more mountains, we drive on towards our destination. There are tall trees and steep mountainsides and the road is constant curves around the base of the mountains. We pass Ruby Lake, which is not near any settlement, then onto Sechelt we had no time to stop as we wanted to be sure to reach the Horseshoe Bay ferry to where we could be at the head of the queue. We passed Gibsons where we had breakfast and went on to Langdale.
Here we wait for an hour and it is hot. There are stallholders and we buy a painting, elegant and of the moon, chatting to the artist who has travelled widely but seems to be originally from Hong Kong. His smile is infectious and he signs the painting and dates it and stamps it with his own red stamp that he has had for many years.
The ferry is huge and pulls in magnificently. We jump out of the car and join the queue for the restaurant, where we get a complete veggie burger and I find a bean and rice burrito which is delicious. I go in search of a postcard to send to a friend in the UK.
We make it back in time for rush hour over the ironworkers bridge and then on to the far side of the city, which glimmers and glitters in the sunlight from the top of the ironworkers bridge.
Above: Skookumchuk Narrows, on the outward trip.
We are home but only used half a tank of gas because so many of the miles are done by the ferries!
There is a fleet of 45 covering the province.
Savary Island grows the tallest Foxgloves ever!
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