I went to Canada’s Gulf Islands National Park Reserve in June to explore the edge. I didn’t make any big crossings. I didn’t push my limits. I just crept along the fringe of the land and sea.
You can read a long-form essay about the trip over at Small Boats Monthly. (If you’re not yet a subscriber, this would be a good issue to start with.) Here I’m posting some things that weren’t really relevant to the boaty end of things, hence were not included in the story.
I was fascinated by the by the contrast of hard and soft.
Of when the sand stops and the shoals become just water.
I liked the islands for their sculptural form as much as I liked the water for sailing.
I liked the contrast of dark and light.
Of tan and lavender.
And I never tired of green and blue.
Nor of the evening light.