The Republic of George's Island

摘要

On Tuesday afternoon, with the weather reports still forecasting hurricane-force winds, I hauled my decrepit fibre-glass dinghy down to Davis Bay and rowed out to try to talk that old throwback into coming ashore. I knew it was futile, but I felt like I had to make an attempt. Westerly gusts drove whitecaps down the fetch of Georgia Strait. They rolled and crashed across the shallow shoreline, nearly overturning my clumsy boat. Icy spray slapped me as I strained at the oars, and within a minute I was soaked and ach-ingly cold.