Haida Gwaii has been our home now for 3 months and everyday we take another tiny step towards a subsistence lifestyle. As we start to recover from the trauma of the rat race our energy and motivation return, although far from fully recovered I can feel the bubbling spring of life welling up inside me again. With that energy Brent and I decided to leave the island and find the next tool we need to live off the land, or should I say ocean.
For those of you who know us, you'll know that Brent has a particular passion for boats. His passion for boats extends to his passion for sea food and the art of bringing it home to feed his family. This passion is in fact what brought us to Haida Gwaii to begin with.
After six months of searching Brent finally found what he was looking for. An older Bayliner Trophy with a V6 Volvo engine he can work on himself. A boat which ironically came with the name Piroque. For those of you unfamiliar with this term, it means a simple boat or canoe. That's right we found a new canoe.
The island is a difficult place to buy a boat so we were forced to expand our search area. It turns out that Vancouver Island is a difficult place to sell a boat. We finally found the one we were looking for in Qualicum Beach. The home of my grandparents.
We arrived in Campbell River Monday evening and picked up our rental car, a cute little blue VW Jetta, then made our way to Qualicum Beach. The next morning we headed over to see our potential new boat. She was everything we thought she would be so we spent the rest of the morning ensuring the proper paper work was in order and by Monday night we were the proud owners of a new to us Bayliner Trophy.
Wednesday was spent doing the what every sane person living remotely would do when visiting a larger centre... Shopping! I'm still completely dedicated to my weight loss so I made a point of purchasing some very nice thrift store clothing that is horribly tight. Every time I need a little pick me or I'm tired of feeling hungry I'll try on those clothes to see how much progress I've made. I'm sure my grandparent's thought I was nuts but there really is method to my madness. Even if most people don't see it.
We bought stuff for the boat, stuff for the house, and last but not least, stuff for our record player. That's right we found a record shop and stocked up on vinyl. Monday when the boat arrives we'll be listening to Buddy Holly and Fleetwood Mac while we clean and organize Piroque.
Port Hardy, in case you're not familiar with Vancouver Island, is about as far North as you can go by road. The drive to say the least was long and icy but we prevailed and made it in rather good time. That was until we got to the ferry terminal where had made the arrangements to have our new boat shipped to us.
We parked the boat boat first in line in row 9 and the attendant came over to measure us and give the boat a quick check over. “Is that the tire hissing?” she said.
To make a long story short Brent spent about an hour laying on the wet cold ground fiddling with the nail hole to make it big enough to get the patch into.
We made back to Parksville and returned the rental truck with time to spare. Friday morning we left Qualicum at 4:45am and arrived back in Masset at 10:45am.
For that reason alone this little boat will always be extra special to me.
Live Life To The Fullest
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Hi, I'm Cyndi Bird, hobby homesteader, aspiring writer, amature photographer, art and craft enthousiast and wanna be cook.