We had just checked in on the radio to the traffic separation scheme entering the Juan De Fuca straight, as the forecast was warning of hurricane force winds off of the North West corner of Vancouver Islands. Another bullet dodged and we were well on our way to the safety of sheltered waters.
I would like to say that the sun rose but actually it was more like, day broke to reveal the scene that was exactly in my minds eye when I wrote the last entry here.
We are safe alongside, greeted by old acquaintances and starting to feel the buzz as the city is making final preparations for the Olympics.
Unfortunately the only running I am managing is from my nose!
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