Sunday, July 26, 2009


"So sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from the River Rock aboard a tiny ship...."

Yesterday Wayne invited me and some friends on his boat for a cruise on the water, followed by watching the firework in the evening. I was working the morning shift but managed to leave a bit past two. At the time the weather was gorgeous. We went to Gibsons and ate at Molly's Reach (which fans of the old series Beachcombers will be more than familiar with). We went to a park and were about to spend some time there when it appeared to start raining. Strange, because there really was no rain forecasted for that day. But as we got back on the boat we realized that as usual the weather forecasters were not even close.

Everybody knows by now how the weather was in the Lower Mainland in the evening. We definitely felt like as we were tossed around in the water. It was like the Pirates of the Caribbean ride in Disneyland. But Wayne was one heck of a good skipper and even though we were all pretty wet by the end of the trip, it was quite memorable. We still managed to catch the fireworks, simulcast on the radio. It was a trip I definitely won't forget.

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