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Taking Our Home on Vacation

August 4, 2017

Just over four weeks. That is how long we have been drifting around the waters north of Seattle, up as far as the Broughton Islands. It’s been an unhurried, laid-back journey, a mixture of stopping for days at a time when the mood strikes us, and pushing to cover distance when the tides and wind dictate to us.


We will be out for a total of two months this summer at Dan’s unwavering insistence. I resisted the idea of being such a long time away from the fun of summer in Seattle and time with my daughters, but now, at this midway point in our summer voyage, I am grateful for the span of time Dan quietly insisted on.


For only with an extended amount of time away from the distractions of the city, resting my eyes on wide, expansive vistas, does my rhythm begin to harmonize with nature and do I achieve this level of peace and presence.


A few days ago I had a moment when I was suddenly aware of how relaxed I felt. Clear. Open. Free. A moment of grace.

I remarked on this to Dan, saying, “In the city, our eyes rest on things right in front of us all the time. Out here, when I look at great breadths of scenery, I feel soothed on a deep level.” Dan smiled, knowingly, in agreement.


Haro Strait from the Stuart Island Lighthouse, San Juans

The further north we go, as we have learned from 30 years of doing this, the more majestic and serene the surroundings, and the deeper our journey inward. We spent a week in the Broughtons, a stunning archipelago of islands and inlets near the top of Vancouver Island, a place we have visited many times, but that always holds something new for us.


Malcolm Island, across Queen Charlotte Strait from the Broughtons, is one of our favorite shore stops because of the friendliness and unfailing reset that occurs there. Many of the island’s inhabitants are proud descendants of the Finnish settlers who sought to establish a utopian community, free from the tyranny of their homeland. It failed after a very short period of time, as most of those attempts do, but even after it’s original configuration dissolved, the community maintained its independent spirit, refusing to incorporate, and running much of the island as a cooperative venture. In fact, the store on the island, established in 1909 is the first Co-op in Canada from which the Canadian Co-op movement began.


Malcolm Island Co-Op, established 1909

While on Malcolm, we were regulars at the pub…

Vincent, our Irish barkeep who gave us a ride home after we closed the place

Malcolm Island pub characters
















I went on a long bike ride around the rural island…



We bought bread at the bakery and connected with friends old and new…


Heading south, we have gone back into Desolation Sound, crowded with boats but replete with views and warm, swimmable water, a rarity in this part of the world. Having woven remote locations with populated summertime fun and friend visits, a shift has occurred and I am grateful to this beautiful coast, our lovely home that we take with us, and my husband who puts up with all of my whims and hesitations, and gently unties the lines and points us in the right direction.






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