A slight breeze in the morning and a listen to the VHF radio weather, prompts us to pull anchor and head for Vancouver. The crossing is a mere 25 miles, but can be brutal if the winds are on the beam. We arrive late morning in our new spot at Burrard Yacht Club with mixed emotions. It is good to be home, but I liken it to taking daddies grand old cadillac around the block for a sunday drive and finding out you really are a participant in the Indy 500. There are boats everywhere in the harbour, freighters, cruise ships, fisherman, work boats and cruisers. Paying attention to whats in front of your bow reverts back to other boaters and harbour traffic instead of Dolphins and whales, debris in the water is more than we have seen the whole trip!
We are happy to be able to see friends and family and to have a new berth for Shaman at BYC, but we are already missing the bays, inlets and wildlife we have been witness to and enjoyed for the last 5 months. Reality Bites, really it does!
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