Crossing two straights recently on my trek via sup to Comox was exhillirating to say the least.

I always try to be optimistic in my daily life no matter what the circumstance. I find that being that way lets me enjoy my failures and success as they should be, natural. Without influence or bias, just a life living.

So, that long winded intro was mentioned as a testament to my tenacity and willingness. The need that I can do it. And I do. Since moving to Powell River I have enjoyed the waters here imenclly. From lake to ocean, straight to channel, river to inlet I have paddle many of them. Experiencing nature in ways I hadn’t imagined yet. The waters here were my paradise. Year round.

Having islands in my reasonable proximity is also an extra gift. I started doing that when I moved here. Exploring coastlines of foreign shores with rocks and trees as my pins. Circumnavigating and crossing.

I started crossing the Malaspina Straight regularly and parts of the Georgia Straight as well. Mostly going from Powell River to Blubber Bay on Texada Island. Doing that many, many times since moving here.

There was always the thought of doing the Georgia Straight during that time. I knew I would eventually do that crossing. It wasn’t long.

The only consideration for me, was weather. Rightfully so. One has to make sure everything lines up when you are 10k from any shore. I don’t care about rain as long as the wind is not to harsh. This trip had the winds change and become more intense once I turned passed my point of no return. Ha.

I paddled on and kept my head down and eyes on the ferry dock. The wind and waves were pushing me quite a bit off course. I held steady and paddled on. Finally reaching the ferry terminal only to watch the ferry leave literally 5 mins before I got there. The extra length of time it took to get there cost me.

I used missing the ferry as my excuse to go to a big box store and get some supplies and grab some food. I wanted something worthy of my efforts. I contemplated getting a pre-made chicken pot pie, or a montreal smoked meat sandwich. The problem with them both was the excess I had to deal with in order to get a meal. The pie was huge and I did not have a bag. The meat sandwich would have me buy 3 loaves of bread.

I went to near the cashiers so I could see the food menu and low and behold, they now served a Montreal smoked meat sandwich!!! Well, my choice was made for me at that moment and I ordered two!

I had a great ride back with sightings of whales and beautiful scenes of the surrounding area all the while enjoying that perfect sandwich.