GANGES, British Columbia—The winds are fair and the sun is shining—and I’m not quite sure where I am, or where we’re going, or what we’re doing, exactly. With Bruce Waygood at the helm—a man I’ve met just this morning—we tack along, or maybe we jibe, or do something with the jib? I’m not really paying attention as Waygood, a former university professor transplanted from the flat Canadian prairies to remote Pender Island, explains various sailing terms as we skim along these Pacific waters.
It’s mostly because I’m distracted. I smile as big, fast ferries rush past, loaded heavy with cars and headed for the steaming streets of Vancouver, or Victoria, or one of the many other islands that surround us. Just to our south sit the San Juan Islands in Washington State, and beyond them, Seattle. But those big cities and their hustle and bustle seem a long way from here, on Bruce’s little boat, bobbing here in the Gulf.
