Magic at MusicFest

We have been regulars at Vancouver Island MusicFest in the Comox Valley for many years. On July 9 – 11th, we joined thousands of other music lovers in 33 C sunshine to hear musicians and singers from across the globe. The festival’s heart is its army of volunteers and they were out in full force during the heatwave pulling wagons of free drinking water around the festival (which is a plastic water bottle-free event).

In addition to the main stage, there are 6 smaller stages that allow the musicians to collaborate in jam sessions and provide instructional workshops. I sought out Dala (Amanda Walther and Sheila Carabine) at the Art of Duo workshop and was treated to this beautiful version of Red Is The Rose.

Dala

These two friends from Toronto blend their voices and harmonies, each balancing volume and tone so as not to sing over the other, but to create magic. Goose bump moment.

Sitting under towering Douglas Fir trees listening to this beautiful music, I could feel all boundaries of self melt away until all that was left was Dala’s pure music. It always amazes me that music can touch my soul so deeply. If all the warring people in the world could feel this feeling, surely they would put down their weapons and let their hearts expand to feel the lyrical beauty of music.

On the other end of the scale, was Baskery- three sisters from Sweden: Greta, Stella and Sunniva. You can’t really peg this trio into a musical genre but boy, can these girls rock!  Greta’s slide banjo was incredible.

Baskery

Joan Osborne showed her years of experience during the Human Voices jam session. The sound guys could not get the banjo mic working for The Beez, so Joan picked up her vocal mic, plunked it down in front of the banjo player, adjusted the height and went back to her chair at the other end of the stage. Sound problem fixed.

MusicFest is over for another year, but the magic will stay with me for a long time.

Early Morning Ride

Instead of cruising this weekend we decided to stay home and get caught up on some boat chores, but the need to have some fun was calling so we went for an early morning dinghy ride before the city woke up.

 

No city noise, just birds and sunshine…

and then finally, on our way home to our chores - refreshed and grateful for this amazing experience ……

Seasickness as a Cure?

Fishing with John

I was reading Fishing with John by Edith Iglauer – a chronicle of a woman’s experience of commercial fishing on the British Columbia coast. Edith was an American raised in an upper class family in New York City when she met John,  a closet scholar and commercial fisherman who trolled for spring salmon using traditional fishing methods. His passion for fishing and his respect for the natural resource that sustained his livelihood earned him respect up and down the coast.

The book takes us on Edith’s journey as she adapts to her new life at sea and reveals some interesting observations by John after 40 years as a commercial fisherman.  The following paragraph in particular caught my attention:

“A doctor friend of mine who lives in Crumpet Town – that’s Victoria – says I cured his New Zealand nephew of various viruses because I took him trolling and got him so goddam seasick that when the doctor examined him on his return he was well again. The doctor said, “The ocean completely cleaned him out.”"

Some proponents of natural medicine believe that sickness is not always a bad thing; that in fact you have to have enough vitality in the body to become sick and rid yourself of the seeds of disease. The body is performing a natural cleanse of toxins.

It is an interesting  way to look at our overall health. I know for myself that I have not been seasick since we moved onto the boat 8 years ago.  Touch wood. I have been on a personal journey of becoming healthier for the past 14 years and perhaps there is no need for my body to become seasick anymore. I hope that this is true because sea sickness is nasty business.

I am always intrigued by things that make us look at our health in different ways. Thanks John for this piece of wisdom.

Detour to Saltspring Island

We usually seek solitude when we manage a weekend away in our floating home and this past weekend was no exception; our destination was Prevost Island. When our 40 hp Mitsubishi started coughing, we realized that we were low on fuel and headed into the closest harbor which was Ganges on Saltspring Island.

The harbour is busy for such a small island with float planes, several marinas and a couple of outstations for yacht clubs. This is a popular destination in the southern Gulf Islands. It is a long way into the anchorage and many boaters do not respect the 5 knot speed limit so during the afternoon, it can be lumpy with boat and float plane wake as well as fetch funneling in from Captain’s Passage and Swanson Channel.

Since we were here, we decided to take advantage of the seaside amenities and finished our day by treating ourselves to dessert at the Oyster Catcher Bar & Grill while enjoying some live music.

Early the next morning, the sound of dinghy motors told us that the Saltspring Market was open. On Saturday mornings in the summer starting at 8:30 am or thereabouts (island-time) the market is a colourful display of arts, crafts, musicians and fresh produce. We picked up fresh ingredients for dinner including some amazing homemade goat cheese from SaltSpring Cheese and 10- day old pea shoots for our fresh salad greens.

Shoppers enjoying the Saltspring Market

Saltspring Saturday Market

A prize purchase was a cool bandana (www.koolerbandana.com) designed by Andrea Leake. The bandanas are filled with plastic absorbent  crystals which when soaked in water, will remain cool for 4 days. Small, reusable – a perfect item for a liveaboard boat. You wear the bandana around your head or neck to cool down, alleviate sore neck muscles and to provide headache relief.

Kool Bandana

We always meet wonderful people when we cruise and today was no exception. This young Saltspring girl brought her pet chicken to breakfast at the Tree House Cafe.

Tree House Cafe

Girl with pet chicken

 So although we were only planning to refuel here and be on our way, our visit to Ganges was enjoyable. Prevost Island will have to wait.

Little Red Box

Vanity is thy name woman!

Arms stretched to their limit, bordering on becoming monkey arms from carrying too many groceries much too far. You squish as much as you can into your backpack but still – monkey arms 20 minutes later. The liveaboard lament.

It seems that when you live on a boat you are always hauling something - groceries, laundry, diesel, propane. You shift bags from one hand to the other, trying to redistribute the weight. Sherpa sailor girl.

I have seen other boaters with improvised carrying devices – a milk crate strapped to a dolly with bungees, plastic wheelbarrow, suitcase and a little-old-lady shopping cart. I kept telling myself that I was a strong woman and I did not need a little old lady shopping cart.

Well crap, I injured my left shoulder from stubbornly carrying groceries that were too heavy. Vanity has now been tucked away in a drawer and I am the proud owner of a collapsible, little red box. I walked proudly from the grocery store this afternoon with everything on my list. No more deciding against buying soup because it was too heavy to carry.

Little Red Box

This nifty creation has a collapsible box and handle so it can stow easily on a sailboat. It’s brilliant!

Pack and Roll collapsed

Vanity has no place on a sailboat because there wouldn’t be room for the little red box.

A Chance Encounter with a Prairie Chicken

During the summer of 2003, we were visiting the book exchange at Lagoon Cove in the Broughton Archipegalo when we struck up a conversation with an older woman. She too was anchored in her modest sailboat while luxury yachts were tied to the marina docks anticipating the arrival of the happy hour celebrations that the marina is known for. Frankly, it is  lost on us why these big yachts with every convenience imagined needed to be tied up to a marina to participate in a  rustic happy hour.  But, I suppose different people are seeking different experiences when they hit the water.  We found ourselves more aligned with this friendly woman who we now knew as Margo.

Margo told us that she was going to explore Knights Inlet which is known to have very few protected anchorages.  Margo had been swapping tales with some local commercial fishermen and they marked little “x”s all over her Knights Inlet chart indicating small “hidey-holes” that they used whenever the outflow winds increased to a gale.

Sharing such coveted local information was a testament to this fiesty, solo female sailor who has told us that she was Margo Woods of Charlies Charts. Wow! We were in the presence of a legend.  Margo and her now deceased husband, Charlie have charted and written cruising guides for the coast of western North America, Mexico and beyond.

If you want to know more about Margo, she chronicled her transformation from a scared prairie girl to adventurous sailor in her book, “A Prairie Chicken Goes to Sea”.  A fun read but also a testimony to the difficult path this woman has taken.

With no hint of arrogance or boasting of the thousands of nautical miles under her bottom, Margo continued by giving us a little weather lesson. She told us that she wouldn’t be starting up Knights Inlet the following day because of the pronounced mares’ tails in the late afternoon sky. These clouds are harbingers of strong winds and staying put in a smug anchorage was her plan. Since we were on our first extended cruise and did not know the area, we decided to stay put too.

We said our farewells and decided to move across Chatham Channel to a quieter anchorage called Cutter Cove. Shortly after setting the anchor, the winds began and continued to strengthen throughout the night. Whitecaps in the “protected” anchorage made for a rocky and noisy evening. It was so rough the following morning that we could not bring our dog ashore for her morning pee. Margo and her mares’ tails were right.

I was so impressed with this chance encounter with Mrs. Charlie’s Charts that I decided that I wanted to learn how to forecast weather by looking into the sky. I finally tracked down a couple of books recommended by Lin and Larry Pardey in Storm Tactics.  The books are called Instant Wind Forecasting and Instant Weather Forecasting by Allan Watts. The author explains the information in easy-to-read charts with lots of photos. These books are a good addition to your boating library.

We have taken an additional weather course offered through the Bluewater Cruising Association that taught the basics of weather forecasting but when I look up and see the familiar pattern of mares’ tails in the sky, I always think fondly of the adventurous prairie chicken that I met in the middle of the Broughtons.

Strutting my Stuff

OK – you have to promise not to laugh. Seriously, no little snickers, covering your mouth with your hand and looking sideways. I have something to confess and frankly, it’s a little embarrassing.

In my weekly Feldenkrais class, we have been led through a series of movements to help us become more aware of how we move our bodies when we walk. Easy-peasy stuff for a sailor girl who walks 5 kms a day. Well, apparently not.

At the end of class tonight, I had this huge moment of realization. Remember, no laughing.

When I walk, I swing my arms the wrong way! Right arm swings out front as right foot steps. OK, so now you have stopped reading this post to see what this feels like. Weird – awkward – maybe secretly wondering to yourself how could anyone be so misinformed.

So, my homework is to walk (the way normal people do) swinging my opposite arm and leg – so right-left pairings, not right-right and left-left.  A little challenging after many years of doing it backwards. Speaking of backwards, the instructor had me walk backwards and it seems that I can walk backwards just fine – opposite arm swinging to opposite leg. Well, since I live in a world that walks forwards, I guess I had better get practising.

Feldenkrais is amazing. It can help everyone move their body in a way that is more efficient and therefore, with less strain and pain. Sort of like having the tires on your car aligned.

So, if you see me strutting my stuff with a concentrated look on my face, know that I am doing my homework.

Mother Goose

One of the things that I love about living aboard is being close to nature. This morning on my way to the washroom building, I was met by these neighbours – several groups of adult Canada geese with their offspring. How cute!

Canada Geese arrive each spring and usually by May, family groups make the rounds in the marina begging for food. They have been noticeably absent this year, possibly due to the cold summer we have experienced, so I was excited to see them this morning.

I was standing a respectable distant away from the geese while fumbling for my iPhone to capture this moment, when a single gosling started running towards me and was soon followed by another and then another until the whole gaggle of goslings was running straight at me.

At first, I was amazed at my incredible luck to be able to take these candid photos until out of the corner of me eye, I saw a blur of brown and white running full speed at me – a mother goose!

I managed to save my iPhone from the goose’s bite not to mention my fingers. I quickly backed away but the stupid baby geese kept pursuing me. Now I was being chased by 40 baby Canada geese!  My moment with nature was going horribly wrong.

 

Screaming “help” didn’t seem to be the appropriate reaction to the situation, but I was tempted. Luckily the geese grew bored with the chase and I was allowed to continue on my way to the washroom.  Just another day in the marina!

Silver Lining in Victoria’s Inner Harbour

Big excitement yesterday for us as we replaced our rowing dinghy with an inflatable dinghy with motor. We now can explore areas around anchorages without fear of getting caught in tidal currents that take us in the opposite direction that we want to go in.

Once we had the inflatable asembled and the engine primed it was time for a test ride. A rare, quiet night free of float plane and boat traffic made the Inner Harbour a perfect destination.

As we rounded Laurel Point Park, the view of the Empress was obscured by the motor yacht, Silver Chalis. Her crew were busy scrubbing the hull with a high pressure hose as we manoeuvered our way closer for a better look.  We didn’t recognize the flag moving gently in the evening’s breeze, so shouted up to one of the crew members who told us that she was registered in the Marshall Islands. From our vantage point in the dinghy, we could see that the underside of the stern staircase was made of stainless steel which had been shined to perfection.

180 feet long with a robin’s egg blue-colured hull, she is reportedly owned by New York real estate developer, Larry Silverstein.  On Larry’s company website it states, “Throughout Silverstein Properties Incorporated’s history, it has developed, acquired and renovated some of New York City’s and the United State’s most successful and high-profile properties, including the Americas Tower at 1177 Avenue of the Americas; The Times Square Embassy Suites; the Ronald Reagan Building; Teleport, the world’s first satellite communication center; and most notably, the World Trade Center.

In July 2001, SPI completed the largest real estate transaction in New York history by acquiring the 10 million-square-foot World Trade Center. Six weeks later, terrorists attacked most of the World Trade Center complex, including the Twin Towers, on September 11, 2001. ”

I recall that there was some question whether or not Larry could collect on the insurance after the WTC towers were destroyed. From the destruction of 9-1-1 to this beautiful yacht – perhaps a silver lining to an awful chapter in American history.

Kapha with Vata Rising

I am a terrible sailor. I hate the wind. When it is blowing a gale at the dock and the boat is heeled over in her slip, it makes me cranky.

Perhaps you can relate to this? You may have noticed other tendencies that seem to be part of who you are. Maybe you like spicy foods and hate sweets? Maybe you always like to be active, but have very little endurance for long hikes? Are you a calm, easy going-person or are you quick to anger?

Welcome to the world of Ayurveda – a method of explaining our constitutional tendencies by dosha: Vata, Kapha and Pitta. You are born with a predominant dosha, but usually we are a combination of two doshas. Your good health is determined by how closely you live your life in balance with your dosha type. Disharmony and illness are a result of making choices that do not support your dosha.

There are numerous Ayurvedic questionnaires that you can take to help you determine your dosha. I was first introduced to this Indian system through Deepak Chopra’s book, “Perfect Health”.  A  questionnaire helps you determine your dosha and then suggestions are made for foods and activities that will help keep your dosha type in balance.

As a Kapha, I am averse to dampness – a condition also addressed in Chinese medicine. Living on a sailboat in Canada is not the best environment for a Kapha. To keep myself in balance, I dress warm, eat hot foods in the winter months as opposed to raw, cold foods and need to exercise regularly.  Applying sesame oil to my skin before showering and then washing it off also warms me up. Kaphas need their sleep.  If you needed an excuse to sleep in, you are welcome.

My secondary dosha, Vata is aggravated by too much wind. It pulls me down into an unbalanced state quickly. As long as I keep my Kapha nature balanced, I am able to deal with the wind. If I have not been taking care of myself, I will end up as a  short-tempered, easy-to-gain-weight, insomniac. Nice.

I like the philosophy behind Ayurvedic principles because it addresses our unique constitutions - a concept that Western medicine has trouble grasping.  I challenge you to take an Ayurvedic questionnaire and find out your inner dosha. You will be surprised to see that many of your preferences for food and exercise as well as, personality traits can be explained by your dosha.

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