Tween Sky and Water blue sails of white

Set our course for port before the night

Wind unfurls sail to fly over waters deep

To refuge’s lapping waves and gentle sleep

Anchor set before dark replaces light

Tomorrow a new adventure in our sight

Ancient people sliding into secret fishing grounds. Old world sailing ships lost at sea. Pirate hideouts hiding plundered treasures. 

Just the name opens the imagination to the the whispers of such long forgotten tales.

Located up the BC coast from Vancouver, the islands, bays and fjords in and around Desolation Bay can be accessed from on high via float plane.  I am sure that the views would be spectacular for those so inclined.       

But the only way to really connect to those ancient ghosts is on the water.

 Considered by some to be one of the 1000 (100?) places to visit before passing on to the next world. 

Its siren call has lured me since we moved to the island. Now thanks to great neighbours, and now great friends,  we are about to reduce the bucket list by one.

The Sun stretched out golden arms to sooth the restless ocean waves as we arrived at our departure point south of Desolation Sound. 

Tomorrow we start our journey to the natural wonders that await.  Stay tuned

Sleepy sun rolls over, still time to snooze Moon moves Pai Gow tiles more time to loose

 
Surrounding dark holds shadows at bay   From too short sleep I greet new day Greedy Chop Stick clings to rice            Stomach growls as I kick the mice  Waste not time to eat, no time to tarry          Leaning on hoe, basket heaved to carry   

 As I trudge up hill yawning sun reflects        The stalks of rice that overnight have slept  Awakening now deeply drink waters sweet Stretching high while roots dig deep  

 Bending low, work has no end in sight.        Day turtle slow while rabbit fast the night

 
All too soon my body will forever rest       While soaring soul to heaven blessed 

Heaven sheds life tears to river flowing.    

River warmed to mist by sun’s glowing  

Mountains gathers mist in high embrace  

Heavens lost life tears Clouds now replace   

In battle armour with perfect bow                     One solitary battle left me low  Centuries under ground with brothers slept              No movement save tears from river wept Weapons stolen whilst we burnt                     Trapped by 2000 years of dirt  Free at last thanks to farmers well.                Eight Thousand voices released from hell