Sunday, August 6, 2000
Heriot Bay to Campbell River
The wind woke us with a howl. Our dock was exposed to the east and we walked to
shore to use the bathroom and succumbed to the wafts of omelets and coffee.
By noon, we were underway. The wind pushed us along around the shoal that caused us to
look the word up in the dictionary on July 28. Then we sailed around Cape Mudge and
through the barrage of salmon fisherman to the government dock in Campbell River. We
searched for a space on the dock and finally found one. As we approached the dock we saw
Marty and Sherry right tied up right in front of us. We sat on our decks and told stories
of our adventures since leaving each other in Von Donop. We took did laundry, took Sherry
to the store and I restocked with provisions for the upcoming week. It was one of those
ironically sad days. We were spending our last hours together worried about the upcoming
weeks apart. Knowing it is a waste of our time together, it is a familiar feeling that we
shared in Mexico before Deb returned to Guatemala and I to Seattle just six months after
we met. I think it was harder then because we both knew it was forever, but we
couldnt really believe it or communicate it to each other. Now, we are engaged,
planning our lives together. But this month apart was still a difficult reality.
That night we had dinner with Marty and Sherry. We told stories of our childhood and
how we met etc. We made plans to see each other after the trip and most of all we laughed
together. Laughter was what I would miss most in the days to come.