VANCOUVER ISLAND: day 16

We were rudely awakened by a fishing boat fog horn, starting at 7am and repeating LITERALLY every minute after. It was so loud it sounded like it was inside my brain. The fog was too thick to see the offending culprit, which I guess explains the frequency of the horn.

This weather sucks. I am counting my blessing we aren’t doing this in a tent. Isaac has a level 7 vomming hangover too. Looks like we are finally getting the two nights in the same place we desperately wanted, just thick fog and not the glorious sun I had pictured.

Isaac slept, I read, macramed the net (which is now becoming beyond tedious), I walked up and down the beach a few times. By the afternoon, Isaac had regained some strength and threw a few lines out into the bay, immediately snapping his line and losing his lure. 

I made a sandwich for lunch, then the heavens opened. We retreated to the van, that was still full of damp underwear, and watched stuff on the iPad. 

Isaac made a stir fry for an early dinner, we chilled with the cool chefs for a while by their fire, then had an early night. It’s been a spectacularly uninteresting day, but I guess not everyday has to be an adventure.