Cottage Life almost by definition occurs near the water and in our case, lacking road access, is necessarily punctuated by time spent messing about in boats. This is an activity with many rewards, chief among them the things you see.
First, heading more or less west across Howe Sound, looking back at morning over the coastal range.
This is just the kind of thing that helps when you’re trying to find your way inside the Android technologies and Google cultures and feeling somewhat daunted by both paths forward.
We don’t have a boat and thus employ a variety of ferry and water-taxi resources, often routing us through Gibsons, a town which combines pleasantly-faded television stardom with an extremely efficient small-boat terminus.
Today our taxi was running on Island Time, so I amused myself by pointing a camera at the clustered boats. I particularly liked this one.
Further reflection upon the scene suggested that the best bit was that hard-working red-black-and-white hull.
We could only manage a day trip this weekend. On the way back the raincloud-shrouded mountains were even more beautiful than at morning but I just leaned back and left the camera in the bag.