Garden of Eden
Cries of Furies
Nonfiction, Travel, Canada, Western Canada, Adventure & Literary Travel, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik | ISBN: | 9781927812563 |
| Publisher: | Kobo | Publication: | May 10, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik |
| ISBN: | 9781927812563 |
| Publisher: | Kobo |
| Publication: | May 10, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Hurricane force winds mean it’s just another day on the west coast.We had weathered two such storms in Potts Lagoon, located towards the north end of Vancouver Island.These are the winds that flattened Stanley Park in Vancouver B.C., Canada. Four days of sitting in the rain is wearing on us.The crab traps are providing fresh “meat”, but new sights and people that we had yet to meet are just around the corner…. time is dragging.
We were anchored beside a summer floating camp in Potts Lagoon; three houses set on floats, which looked to be a great place to hide out during the summer.It seemed that someone had that idea as well, but were hiding out for the winter.The first night that we were slammed by the hurricane winds, we could smell wood smoke.We distinctly smelled wood smoke as the storm raged around us.This is not a good thing on a wooden boat and it becomes terrifying in the black of the night with the wild winds of the furies screaming at you.
Hurricane force winds mean it’s just another day on the west coast.We had weathered two such storms in Potts Lagoon, located towards the north end of Vancouver Island.These are the winds that flattened Stanley Park in Vancouver B.C., Canada. Four days of sitting in the rain is wearing on us.The crab traps are providing fresh “meat”, but new sights and people that we had yet to meet are just around the corner…. time is dragging.
We were anchored beside a summer floating camp in Potts Lagoon; three houses set on floats, which looked to be a great place to hide out during the summer.It seemed that someone had that idea as well, but were hiding out for the winter.The first night that we were slammed by the hurricane winds, we could smell wood smoke.We distinctly smelled wood smoke as the storm raged around us.This is not a good thing on a wooden boat and it becomes terrifying in the black of the night with the wild winds of the furies screaming at you.
