Nobody is happier than the Skipper and 1st Mate to be back out there with a boat load of new crew and salty friends on four legs. It is pure joy for us.
My work family arrived to Maple Bay by car, floatplane and boat on Canada Day weekend. YES, there were experienced and capable crew that we want to kidnap and keep aboard. AND they come with dogs!! I have to say, I have to pinch myself when all this comes together. We are truly the luckiest to have OMOO and crew.
Zack and Hershey get acquainted while Oscar says grace (wink wink).
Then it’s out for a day sail and the breeze was SWEET!! We tacked north and west in Stuart Channel to Tent Island.
Zack track, Jack and Sideways Sally
Oscar took the wheel and got us to Tent Island for a lunch hook and a swim.
We’re keeping him!!!
Three of us flopped into the dingy and toured the sand stone cliffs. Zack jumped in and Jackie got some help from Sideways Sally as she perched on the side of the dingy contemplating too long…
Zack is an amazing colleage, nurse and friend. Although he sucks at putting on bandaids.
This lady is the life of the party wherever we go!! LUV you to pieces Suzanne!!
It was an unforgettable weekend because my work family met my best friends on their boat Imposter, and they all fell in love!! What’s not to love? Jen and Kelly were the hosts with the most!! They brought Imposter down to Maple Bay and cooked for the whole crew all weekend!!
My dearest friends Jen and Kelly
These people are beautiful, OMOO is beautiful, Maple Bay is beautiful.
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL!!
Monkey and Phaghty (Fatty) getting some treats and lovin’ from the Skipper.
OMOO and crew have found ourselves stationary this year. Normally we are exploring northern parts of the West Coast but the pandemic slowed us down, or I should stay, stopped us.
This led me to look around our home port of Maple Bay and pay more attention to what was going on around us on neighboring boats.
What jumped out was “ART ON BOATS!”
The artist closest to us is beautiful, creative, and humorous. Lora painted a picture for me of boats dancing on their moorings in lovely Maple Bay. Her talent is unique to her desire to bring awareness to the impact we humans have on our environment. Since living aboard on her Uniflite power boat with her husband Ron, she finds her inspiration in the ocean we float on. She states “some of my paintings are meant to bring awareness to what’s going on around us.”
Lora works by day in her business. She owns her salon and is deeply connected to the people she serves.
“People don’t always understand the impact we have.”Lora’s inspiration comes from West Coast scenes.
The endangered species of whales, and this humpback is of utter most concern to Lora.
Lora’s easel is set up in her berth aboard “Knotty Friendship.”
Lora paints with playfulness and creativity of this tug. Her easel is moved to the main cabin of her spacious power boat.
Lora’s lively and creative spirit is depicted in this painting of a photo I asked her to paint of the boats dancing at anchor in our lovely Maple Bay.
Three boats over is Lesley, who lives with her husband Grant on their Canoe Cove power boat. OMOO originally met Lesley and Grant aboard their sailboat in Shearwater while on a trip of Northern Pacific waters.
Lesley is a retired teacher who has sunk her heart and soul into her textile art. She is inspired by social issues and the journeys she has made on their boat. Boating “allows me to see places that I would never have imagined.” She finds her expression through the tapestries she creates on cloth, making dyes out of natural products and transposing her ideas into tactile wall hangings, table runners, art cards and so much more.
Lesley got started in her art by making wedding canopies called “Chupah” which were designed with symbolism and images meaningful to the couple getting married.
She states “I’m happy with a piece that is saying exactly what I want it to say. I don’t ask for anyone’s opinion, I am confident anyone who sees it will understand.”
This piece is part of a series called “Forced Migration” which depicts people being uprooted and on the “Hardest Journey.” It took approximately three months to complete.
“The Weeds” above and below the water, with shades of blue each stitch can be seen in the close up of her work.
While living on Gabriola Island, Lesley learned about the Andreas Fault Line. She was shocked at the reality of what earthquakes occur regularly beneath the surface of the ocean. This piece is symbolic of the layers beneath the earth’s surface and the tetonic plates that shift over time.
Lesley works out her studio in the Maple Bay Marina small mall adjacent to the docks. She can be found most days sewing away the hours when they are not off on adventures on the water. As an onlooker it is obvious that her space feeds her creativity and nourishes her soul. Her vivacious energy is infused into her creations.
Lesley welcomes visitors by land or boat to visit her in her studio at Maple Bay Marina.
One of the biggest thrills I have had since moving to the West Coast almost 20 years ago is connecting with a childhood friend, Linda from the prairies. Linda and I grew up on farms about three miles apart in Southern Manitoba. We met as we came around the corner of the Shipyard Pub one day at Maple Bay Marina. “Hey I know you!” I said as we made eye contact. It didn’t take long to reunite and start spending time together, rendezvousing on the water or on land.
Linda started working with pottery after seeing a potter “throwing” a pot on TV. She enrolled in classes and joined a group of women who met on weekends to enjoy some wine, snacks and fire pottery.
She learned the art of “raku” which is a process which transforms a glazed pot to a textured pot by taking it out of the oven and putting it into cold temperatures with smoke from some lit newspaper which infuses into the cracks.
The pattern on these pots were inspired by lichen which is a type of moss that grows on rocks here on the west coast.
Another process is called “terra sijilatta” meaning “brushed on.” The part that remains black is taped off so it remains black during the firing. The pot is buffed to a smooth texture and paint is splattered on to create this design.
Sea shells are used to imprint the design on the tops of these vases. A piece of driftwood is the design for the handle on a lid for a pot.
“The hours I spend working by myself is a meditative process where another form of introspection happens while working with my hands.”
The collection from beachcombing.
Linda’s studio is on top of the garage adjacent to their home on Maple Bay Mountain. She lived aboard their sailboat “Brass Loon” with her husband Dirk while building their home. Her studio is a solitary happy space that is reflected in her expression while she was telling me about her craft. The kiln lives in their yard, covered to protect it from the rainy days here on the west coast.
Linda’s pieces can be found on display at the EJ Hughes Gallery in Duncan, B.C. She regularly participates in shows at Shibui Art Gallery on Genoa Bay Road.
Thank you Lora Anderson, Lesley Comassar and Linda Helms for welcoming me into your world of creativity.
Watching the ripples in the reflection of the newly waxed hull, thoughts flood in, like the ebb and flow of the tide…
For those of you who may be new to my posts here’s a little background… sorry to our regular readers but we’ve been getting views from new places. My site allows me to see what country people are from that are checking us out. This month it’s been Germany, Finland, Brazil and Austria. Welcome aboard!!
This blog is a story of an extraordinary Skipper named Hershey who is living his life long dream of living aboard a sailboat and has found his way to the West Coast of British Columbia. The 1st mate, Sideways Sally photographs and writes about our adventures. The blogs to date have taken place over the past ten years of navigating and sailing the Northwest Pacific.
We’re a couple of gypsy souls who have faced some challenges to get here. During boat projects and side jobs we’ll tell you the story of survival and overcoming both medical and personal traumas and why each day we live on bonus time.
It is the beginning of another season of summer sailing. The May long weekend started with clear blue skies and hot temps. So tempting to get out there but OMOO wasn’t ready. Instead we geared up for a short trip to warm up the engine, distribute the fluids that were replaced during the winter months (oil and antifreeze) and turn the boat around to face bow in and work on measuring the new anchor chain in increments of twenty feet.
Sideways Sally and Hershey had been waxing and polishing the starboard side hull so we were ready to start on portside. The sun set about half way from the bow to midships so the waxing came to a halt.
Time for a cockpit bbq!! With the pandemic the live aboard community had kept separated for the better part of fifteen long months. Everyone on G-Dock had been vaccinated and were adhering to local health protocols, so we felt safe to gather. With the meal came much reminiscing of collective sailing stories, laughter and cajoling as we shuffled our seating if someone needed to use the head.
It was SO GOOD to have our sailing family back aboard.
A year and a bit ago, along with the rest of the world, our lives took a drastic turn. We all have our own personal stories of living with the pandemic. When I stare into the mesmerizing reflection of ripples on the hull there is a whirlwind of thoughts. From gratefulness of surviving to the anger spawned from months of isolation cast upon me from my clients as a psychiatric nurse. With all the ups and downs between the work place and personal life, there are a billion thoughts that pummel my brain on a daily basis.
There’s nothing like the mindless physical activity of polishing OMOO to give me a therapeutic sense of accomplishment. SS is ready to go back to the trenches.
Spring cleaning started with a boat bottom clean and paint. It’s the first time in OMOO’s life with us that I was not able to do the bottom painting, which I love. I had knee surgery so couldn’t promise Hershey if I could be very helpful this year.
The yard guys at Maple Bay Marina were hired to do the work and help Hershey with changing a through hull in the forward head. (the valve that dumps the holding tank for the toilet in the v-berth) I explain these things for my prairie family.
Up she went…
Hauling out for bottom paint.
Next came the inside project clean up. Sideways Sally (aka boat slave) went to work with the Skipper’s help to sort, stow and purge tools, equipment and duplicate supplies. Surprise, surprise, we find many new items are purchased when we can’t find the old ones we had somewhere in the boat.
BeforeAfter
Sideways can’t live or work the same way the Skipper does so we work at it together and somehow it all works. Secret is, I get alot of pleasure out of mindless activity…
At the end of the day we get to go sailing and meet other boater on the water.
Our first trip of the year is usually Clam Bay
OMOO is happiest under sail. Projects and purging makes it happen. Thank you to the Skipper for keeping the boat in perfect running condition. Your first mate is ready for summer sailing!
The world outside and the world we create in our minds has never been more affected and connected than by the pandemic. As I sit down to write about the years 2020 and 2021 and how we are learning to live with the pandemic, I’m stopped in my tracks with thoughts I don’t want to think about, never mind write about.
Perhaps that could be the reason it has taken me extra time to post this blog. I started writing this in February when it looked like we might have an end in sight with vaccinations under way. Then the variants started arriving as disruptions to the vaccine supply in Canada occurred. We now find ourselves in a race: variants vs vaccine.
The feelings are real. I feel like the things we all learned to do, like wearing masks, following arrows in the grocery store, social distancing, washing our hands for a full two minutes, only seeing family and friends via zoom (the list goes on and on) are trivial.
And yet, those things are not trivial, they protect us from becoming sick, or dying.
The tragedy of losing someone and the burden of caring for those who became ill are things I only hear about, or watch in the news.
As I watch 2020 slowly fade in the rear view mirror, and turn to face 2021, very slowly my feelings become my thoughts, rambling around, looking for a way out.
After the long winter months of living in a waterfall on the West Coast, the spring sun is immensely welcome. Dock chairs are dusted off and where one or two gather, soon there are five or six.
Happy Hour on G-Dock
Micha, Ron, Mikey, Lora, Lisa
and of course, Shelby
Safety is an ongoing big deal, after a year of living with the pandemic, we are starting to see the light at the end of this very long, dark tunnel. So we sit, distanced but close in spirit as we crack open happy hour.
In the distance, the sounds of machinery coming to life in the boatyard as preparations for the summer boating season commence. It’s a yearly activity, but each time is like the first. The anticipation of spanking clean boat bottoms, waxed hulls and completed repairs lifts the mood even in the moodiest of times.
The promise of letting the lines go, to fill the sails under a warm sun in a fresh breeze is all the motivation sailors need to toil in the lengthening days. So we prepare and take pleasure in doing some boat gawking of those on the hard, while OMOO waits her turn to be lifted out of the water.
Along the docks planters spring to life with daffodils, while snow drops cover the ground in a white blanket, beckoning the summer to draw nigh.
There’s a renewed sense of cheer and happiness in choosing this lifestyle. We take a leisurely stroll along neighboring marinas and marvel at the boats that are docked in the bay.
Strolling the docks at Genoa Bay
Friends and strangers start to wander the docks and stop to say hi or chat awhile. There is nothing like lounging in our cockpit and doing an impromptu meet and greet with people dreaming of the boating lifestyle, or neighbors walking past on the way to their boats with arm loads of supplies for whatever project they’re working on..
One may be surprised at the devotion of boaters. The love we have of caring for and maintaining our vessels is a sign of the joy we experience as we prepare to wander on the highway to the world. It’s the experience of freedom we feel as we harness the wind, which takes us away to new and old mooring fields.
Since John Lennon and Yoko Ono there has never been anyone that has perfected living on the bed like Sideways Sally and the Skipper. We are the perfect example of laziness.
Take breakfast for example. The Skipper fills the thermos with coffee, makes toast and boiled eggs and delivers it all to the picnic blanket spread out on top of the quilt. He climbs back in bed and we enjoy peeled and mashed eggs on toast laden with marmalade. YUUUMMMM.
We sip our coffee while watching PBS “Nova” which is always fascinating. We learned about the first chemist who invented cortisone, which is pretty personal for me and my arthritis. It’s so amazing what this man accomplished but what he also endured due to racism. Have a read!!
Last night we had a snack of cashews before we ate the remains of a rotisserie chicken sliced up for sandwiches. Also a very easy and elegant meal to have while living on the bed!!
This may seem like a very weird lifestyle to most but we’ve come to appreciate the simplicity of living in small spaces. It works especially well when the world outside is stormy and dreary, and staying under the quilt is so delightfully cozy.
Join us on the living on the bed challenge and we could share and compare the adventure!! WE DOUBLE DARE YOU. hehehe.
When not living on the bed Sideways is usually out globetrotting with family and friends, enjoying Miriachi Bands under the Mexican sky, scuba diving or sailing under the summer sun with the Aussies.
COZUMEL WITH NIECE JACKIE AND FRIEND TRACEY (videoing)
SOUTH OF PERTH YACHT CLUB, KAROLEEYA CREW – RACING RETRO H-28 SAILBOAT
This living on the bed edition is brought to you by the excellent team of Dr. Lisa Howard and nurses at VGH/UBC who replaced my decrepit knee. Unbeknownst to me I was informed prior to surgery that I would have a partial anesthetic so I was awake for the procedure but numb from the waist down. I wanted to watch but that was a no go. As I laid there draped I could hear all the machinery working away. My favorite part was hearing my surgeon say, “its a great knee, she’s gonna love this knee.” The whole thing was over in half an hour!! Because of Dr. Howard and crew I’ll be back out there dancing and jumping around on sailboats in time for summer sailing. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!
The Skipper has been treating SS like royalty through the first week of recovery, making me feel very lucky. He is a willing, patient and humorous companion and personal assistant.
We’ll be back to OMOO and our G-Dock family, enjoying visits post pandemic sometime in 2021!!
I don’t even know how to start this year’s first blog. But I may as well start with the Skipper’s corny joke this morning as we’re getting dressed to jump in the car and head up the Sea to Sky Highway.
“I don’t even know Howe Sounds???”
We’re feeling strange as we travel out of Vancouver across the Lion’s Gate Bridge. We’re going over the bridge, not under it like we’ve done a dozen times on OMOO. Neither one of us has been past the Horseshoe Bay Ferry Landing but we’ve spent days in Howe Sound sailing and anchoring off Gambier Island or docking in Squamish and walking up to the brewery.
So it’s a start to the firsts of this new year, this breath taking view along the winding drive between the mountains and the sea. Sigh…
We stop to enjoy the afternoon at Porto Cove Provincial Park with some friends who have lit the fire in their campsite. I know, camping in January?? Several of the campsites have tents set up and cooking shelters. IN JANUARY!! I’m close to 20 years on this coast and it still catches me by surprise.
Most of the trips we make by boat to the islands do not allow campfires, so guess how excited I am to be sitting at a campfire!! After dark the hotdogs came out and I was in for a yummy treat. I know, I know, but hotdogs on the fire are a big treat for this prairie girl. We went home smelling like wood smoke and it felt soooo good.
You may be wondering why we’re together in a car driving around the mainland? Well, Sideways Sally normally spends January in warm places, like Mexico and Australia, this year’s holiday is gonna be a little different.
I’m having a morphine holiday while I have my knee replaced. May as well right? Since we can’t go anywhere anyway I figure it’s good timing. Everyone I know that’s had a knee replacement ensures me the new knee is way better than the old one. And who doesn’t like morphine? It makes EVERYTHING go away.
So here we go 2021, looking forward to dancing again… when covid is gone.
Christmas feels like a non-event this year since it’s a different kind of crazy stress this pandemic has thrown at the world. While I ponder in the silence of my bubble, the memories flood in.
Memories of my childhood Christmas pageants at church, followed by brown bag treats or oranges and nuts. Rushing home in the darkness to sit under our brightly lit tree, listening to Grampa’s stories of his memories. Staring dreamily into the hanging decorations that feel like old friends.
Memories of Prairie Christmases. Piling into the car, kids delighting in watching the wisps of frost clinging to tree branches sliding past, glittering in the snow and sunshine. Arriving excitedly to see Gramma B’s sign all lit up outside her door saying, “Dear Santa, Ben, Malena and Chelsea are here!!”
Memories of long tables set in living rooms, surrounded by siblings, and our children in fancy dresses and itchy sweaters. Snow scrunching beneath our boots as we head to the hill, dressed in warm puffy jackets and pants, racing down on sleds with shrieks of glee. Laughter floating across the valleys
Memories of the first Christmas aboard my tiny sailboat Nomad, decorated with live holly, rocking gently in the waves washing into the bay. The boat fireplace casting a magical glow around the cabin. In OMOO with our optics lit tree blinks softly while the wind whistles through the rigging.
Memories of nursing in the hospital over the holidays and the comradery of work families, a bond that never ends. The memory of the generosity of patient’s loved ones bestowing cards and mountains of chocolate treats on us.
The memory building in all of us of Christmas, 2020, creating an experience shared around the world. A time like no other, bringing heartbreak and sorrow to so many. A simpler, strange time of staying apart. A time of fear, of uncertainty and of strength to persevere. Of gratitude for the wonders of science and the history of medical research and cures for diseases around the world.
From our small bubble to yours, we hope with all our hearts that we will all be in a better place in 2021.
Harold and Ruth
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