I am sitting in the cockpit watching all the activity in the busy harbour of Victoria. Floatplanes seem to take off and land every 15 minutes, so there is the constant burr of their propellers and the smell of kerosene fills the air. The Victoria Clipper from Seattle off loads its passengers and the Coho from Port Angeles does the same. Little harbour foot passenger ferries toot importantly back and forth and in the background I can hear the hoots of the crowd cheering on the latest busker performance in the parking lot behind us. Kayaks, paddleboards and dinghies dodge all the larger water craft as the setting sun shimmers across the confused waters.
We are surrounded by large powerboats, none with Canadian flags. In fact, we are currently the only transient sailboat at the Wharf Street docks and, as far as we can tell, the only Canadians.
After a peaceful night we continued into Haro Strait – under power and into an increasing wind on our nose. The tide was with us, but when the rising seas built against it we found ourselves in steep, choppy, confused seas which had poor Ka’sala dancing and weaving among the washing machine whitecaps. However, once we turned the corner at Trial Islands, after Oak Bay, the wind became more favourable and we were able to roll out the jib and sail happily to the entrance of Victoria Harbour. We were tied to the dock in time for a late lunch.
|We are tied right under the "F" in Wharf Street|
We will stay here for at least a week and, as we did in Vancouver, our intent is to catch up with friends, do as much bicycling and walking as we can. We hope to go to the Royal BC museum to see “Gold Rush: El Dorado in BC” and the IMAX film associated with it. And, of course, one or two pubs along the way....