In transit

I've been away. I'm back.

It has been a hot few days (for BC) and the weekend highways are jammed with cars and RVs speeding to get to the water, to the hills, to the islands. And anywhere we go on this coast, there are the ferries, and the long, long waits in the blazing sun.

This dragonfly entertained me while I waited in line. It wove figure eights around a handful of cars and RVs, and every so often "parked" in the air in front of my windshield.

On the ferry, finally. And there's a chilly wind! Wonderful! That's Vancouver, in the distance.

A tug and barges full of what looks like sawdust.

Another tug, and a log boom.

Summery interlude

It rained last week, and it's raining again now. The weather people say it's going to get even wetter for the rest of the week. Normal Lower Mainland winter weather, in other words.

But just for Saturday, the weather gods relented and gave us a glorious sunny day. I crossed to Victoria and came back at night under clear skies. It started to rain as I hiked across the terminal parking lot to find my car, back in Tsawwassen.

I even found a few clean spots on the ferry windows:

Halfway across the Strait of Georgia, dodging islands. I grew up with a view like this just outside my bedroom window, a ways further north. I miss it.

A mini-island, or spit, depending on the tide. Mostly rock and hardy, scratchy trees.

Zooming in on that islet. The thick Pexiglass windows of the ferry serve as a filter, making this seem more like a painting than a photo.

Just outside the Schwartz Bay terminal, on Vancouver Island.

A Skywatch post.