” You can’t always get what you want, but you’ll get what you need.”
When you head out on a bicycle-camping vacation you hope for good weather. By good, I mean clear and sunny skies with moderately warm temperatures. But, when you travel north to British Columbia in the late summer you may not get the weather for which you hoped.
Moderately warm days were indeed in store but so too were rainy afternoons, evenings, and mornings. The plentiful moisture, warm air, and proximity to the ocean did deliver something which I did not know to hope for but is one of the hallmarks of this trip: fog.
Before the sun even rises we start hearing fog horns. Our tent is a mere stone’s throw from the shore of Straight of Georgia where numerous ferry routes pass. Upon emerging from the tent at dawn the cause for the horns is obvious; dense fog obscuring our view. Visibility measures a mere 30-40 feet. What was a stunning view of the Gulf Island landscape when we retired the night before has narrowed. All morning the horns continue to sound from all directions.
As the day progresses and the sun warms the water, air, and us, the fog begins to thin. First we can see the waterline, then a few ferries emerge from the fog, then neighboring islands become outlines on the horizon. Through it all the fog does a dance flowing and lifting and filling space.
This show was not what I hoped for, it was better and worth the price of admission: thunder, drenching rain, and one soggy tent.