Qualicum Beach 

The notoriously unsettled region of the Strait of Georgia, north of Nanaimo, displayed an array of cloud filtered light from the setting sun. Much like the Qualicum, after returning from the epic journey to Alaska early in July, my sailing spirit remained unsettled and needed only a prompt from our oldest daughter to rendezvous northward again. Thus, Ohana's lines were cast off from the home dock at Bainbridge and her bow was again pointed toward Canadian waters. The nature of this journey, as most journeys either begin with or eventually adopt a nature, is intended to be casually free flowing and unscheduled with particular attention to present surroundings. This will prove a challenge as the wind of thirty work years continues to fill the sails.