Mice in the Hice
Cries of Furies
Nonfiction, Travel, Canada, Western Canada, Adventure & Literary Travel, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik | ISBN: | 9781927812501 |
| Publisher: | Kobo | Publication: | May 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik |
| ISBN: | 9781927812501 |
| Publisher: | Kobo |
| Publication: | May 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
We are docked in Prince Rupert, B.C. It feels great to be back in Canadian waters. Audrey has been de-registered in record time thanks to Sheila (she is amazing) and we are once again Canadian registered with our home Port being Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. We were never boarded by the U.S. homeland security, but the threat was always there like a heavy, very oppressive weight hovering over our bow. There is something about 18 year old boys with 50 calibre machine guns at their disposal that makes us really nervous.
“Audrey Eleanor” had called Prince Rupert home for ten years prior to us taking her north to Haines, Alaska. Her former owners Blake and Amy along with old admirers showed up for a general inspection. The beer and yarns flow thick and fast. (We had to shovel her out the next day, the B.S. levels were high) It was a great homecoming for the grand old lady after a two-year absence. We reluctantly left our moorage at the docks in Cow Bay at Prince Rupert to disappear with muffled engines into drizzle and fog.
We are docked in Prince Rupert, B.C. It feels great to be back in Canadian waters. Audrey has been de-registered in record time thanks to Sheila (she is amazing) and we are once again Canadian registered with our home Port being Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. We were never boarded by the U.S. homeland security, but the threat was always there like a heavy, very oppressive weight hovering over our bow. There is something about 18 year old boys with 50 calibre machine guns at their disposal that makes us really nervous.
“Audrey Eleanor” had called Prince Rupert home for ten years prior to us taking her north to Haines, Alaska. Her former owners Blake and Amy along with old admirers showed up for a general inspection. The beer and yarns flow thick and fast. (We had to shovel her out the next day, the B.S. levels were high) It was a great homecoming for the grand old lady after a two-year absence. We reluctantly left our moorage at the docks in Cow Bay at Prince Rupert to disappear with muffled engines into drizzle and fog.
