That old ill wind

We’ve been most lucky here on the west coast of Canada; especially Vancouver Island. The wind doth blow most ill winds away and bringeth the rain so we islanders are naturally fresher and have fewer cobwebs in our heads.

Okay, so maybe that’s a bit la-la landish—but I like it so I wrote it.

This week, those winds have failed us because of a high pressure ridge that’s been hanging around since May. Dry, dry days breaking out into a batch of wildfires. And, for the first time in a long time the smoke has not been blowing away.

When I woke Monday morning I had no idea of what was coming. It was still dark and the night air was pleasingly cool. The urge for a paddle had me cajoling Man-Wonder into action and within thirty minutes we were slipping the canoe into the refreshing cold water  of the harbor.

We paddled around the harbor’s edge, sliding between openings in the barnacle covered rocks and wove through the sleeping boats at anchor before heading toward the strait side of the smaller of the two islands fronting our harbor. Pretty brave of us considering we aren’t skilled paddlers and the waters beyond the islands can get darn choppy darn fast.

Hoo Hoo—another big-little adventure for these mobile home dwellers!

A big part of the adventure came when we realized, halfway around the island dawn wasn’t happening. It was like Day wasn’t planning on showing up! Sure, the night sky was lightening but only slightly and instead of the usual pale pink and blue, we were drifting under burnt orange and gray.

Freaky.

Freaky enough that it had our total focus and  we failed to notice the rollers coming at us from the first ferry heading past. We ended up taking them sideways instead of head on.

So, truth time here—we are pussy-pants about rough water. In fact I’m not sure who panics bigger.) Even worse yet—Man-Wonder suffers from motion sickness? Yep, my big tall hunky west-coaster is a regurgitator.

Trust me when I say, I know think we have the ‘paying attention’ part well memorized . . .

However, I’m still glad we did it, it was an experience and also because waking up Tuesday morning was kind of like waking up with your face hanging over a cold, damp, fire pit.

Today it’s a pale gray sky with holes where the sun is poking through.

Life is good and the clouds are moving.

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  1. Oh my word! I heard about the fires everywhere. I’ve been waiting for them here. After a month of 90+ temps we are baking and I want it to stop, NOW! I’m glad the ferry didn’t take you down. That would scare the pants off of me for certain. You live in a mobile home? Is that with an engine and tires attached or like a manufactured home placed on land?? I’m in the latter which is good since I can only drive 20 miles or so at a time anymore. 😦 Stay out of the smoke! 🙂

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    • Our mobile isn’t. I imagine there’s wheels under it since it had to get here somehow but it’s classed as a manufactured home. Since it’s taken dear hubby and I almost two years to stop calling it a trailer (whenever one of us does, the other yells “MOBILE” so I can only imagine how long it would take us to start calling it a manufactured home. . . 😮
      What smoke is still about is high enough that we aren’t seeing the ash over everything nor can we smell it anymore. Thank heavens for that. We are very lucky indeed.

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      • I called mine a trailer when I bought it. Now it’s more of a manufactured home but that does sound odd. My mother had a triple wide. It was so much fun to watch them put it on the lot. Have you ever seen a house on a trailer moving sideways?? It was slick. Mine’s a double wide and not too bad. I don’t care what anyone calls it. I call it home. My first! Glad the smoke is going away.

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      • I believe it doesn’t matter what you call it — as you say, it’s home and that’s all that counts.
        Funny, we were warned by a number of people not to buy a trailer. Lots of reasons but in the end, none of the advice-givers had ever lived in one, they were just repeating stories they’d heard.
        Maybe we lucked out, but most of the people in the park are great. There’s a few grumpy codgers but where isn’t there? I’ve done a fair bit of research on mobiles, even subscribe to a newsletter so it’s easy to see where the old bad assumptions come from. People don’t understand the value of a mobile until they’ve tried it. Easy to purchase, easy to maintain, clean and, at any time, easy to lock the door and take off. Love it!
        Yeah, it’s fun to watch a mobile being mobile, even better to watch one being removed from a park after many years. Kudos to those tow truck drivers!

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      • every neighborhood has those old codgers. It doesn’t take a mobile home park for that. I have good neighbors here and some not so good. Just like every neighborhood.

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