Home. Im not sure what that means anymore.
For us, home isn’t where we live. Our home is a sailboat and we take it with us. We sail away and then we live wherever the anchor is set and we can relax. For several years Otter Bay has not only been where we live, it has become home. Even though we leave during the summers to explore, we still return there to sit out the winter storms.
It’s hard to imagine not wintering in our safe little bay. The quiet, the rain and snow, even the winds are familiar. I’ve spent time writing from the marina pavilion, and laughing with Sarah as the wind howls through the rigging. On a calm night, the boat will rock as the last ferry sails off across Swanson Channel. All of these things we’ve come to know over the years.
We’ve come to know the people as well. I really can’t say enough about the friends we’ve made who have adopted us. Island people are the best and we will be hard pressed to find as caring souls anywhere else in our travels.
Nestled into North Pender Island, Otter Bay is the closest thing we have found to our ideal place, a bay where the anchor sets into firm mud and we are responsible for all that happens. Our home became the world around us.
But now it’s time to go. Time to leave Otter Bay, the Gulf Islands, Canada. We are heading south into the US and I’m not sure when we will get back. Wherever we go, I’d like to believe that Otter Bay will stay in our memories. And there, the bay and our friends will be waiting for us to return.
For us, home isn’t where we live. Our home is a sailboat and we take it with us. We sail away and then we live wherever the anchor is set and we can relax. For several years Otter Bay has not only been where we live, it has become home. Even though we leave during the summers to explore, we still return there to sit out the winter storms.
It’s hard to imagine not wintering in our safe little bay. The quiet, the rain and snow, even the winds are familiar. I’ve spent time writing from the marina pavilion, and laughing with Sarah as the wind howls through the rigging. On a calm night, the boat will rock as the last ferry sails off across Swanson Channel. All of these things we’ve come to know over the years.
We’ve come to know the people as well. I really can’t say enough about the friends we’ve made who have adopted us. Island people are the best and we will be hard pressed to find as caring souls anywhere else in our travels.
Nestled into North Pender Island, Otter Bay is the closest thing we have found to our ideal place, a bay where the anchor sets into firm mud and we are responsible for all that happens. Our home became the world around us.
But now it’s time to go. Time to leave Otter Bay, the Gulf Islands, Canada. We are heading south into the US and I’m not sure when we will get back. Wherever we go, I’d like to believe that Otter Bay will stay in our memories. And there, the bay and our friends will be waiting for us to return.
Yup, it's that nice.
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