From Quiet Ganges

Time to catch up on some happenings!

As Scott said, our last trip to Seattle was for me to work. So the days beforehand were spent in preparation. Wednesday night before we left Vancouver I suspected I might be coming down with a cold. I fought it in transit on the Amtrac train on Thursday. It was fun taking the train to Seattle since it was a route we've never seen before. We've driven it, taken the bus, and obviously sailed it. But the train follows along the water much of the way down, and it was interesting to see the water from land instead of that same land from the water. Also, we passed along Shilshole. We've seen the Amtrac train from the boat many times, but I'd never even actually considered I'd ride it some day. I wasn't actively dismissing the idea, but I never thought I'd have a purpose for it.

Thursday night I spent at our friend's place. Never before had I seen a sunset as spectacular from their waterfront home.

Friday morning I had my presentation, then in the evening we went and crashed at another friend's place in Everett. Still I could feel the lingering cold, and so unhappily avoided picking up their adorable baby.

Then Saturday was the bus ride back up to Vancouver, rather uneventful.

Sunday, four days after the first symptoms, my cold reared itself to its full extent. I was out, tired as hell, and fighting a pounding headache. Scott wasn't kidding when he said I spent most of the day in the v-berth. I didn't even wake up when he stopped for fuel. He had to single-hand the entire day, including docking for fuel, later raising and lowering the sails, getting us across the Strait of Georgia, and finally anchoring.

Monday I also slept, and Tuesday I began finally feeling a bit better. We hung out in Nanaimo for the rest of the week, spending time at anchor, then at Nanaimo Yacht Club, happily taking advantage of their facilities.

Once we finished up in Nanaimo, it was a long-ish motor down to Ganges. This Scott also pretty much did on his own. Since finally feeling recovered from my cold I've gotten my head back into a major work project I've been working on, and he's obliged to let me spend all the time I want working on it. So, that's it. I've been working. And reading. And sleeping.

(Images, top to bottom: Vancouver Sunset; view from the boat, Shilshole from the Amtrac, Sunset at Ed and Terry's, Morning fog at Ganges)