Technically, I can’t really call this post Vancouver Island anything because the best pictures were of the mainland!
After we left Nanaimo on the ferry to Horseshoe Bay, we had just a bit of sunlight…
…before we sailed into a fog bank worthy of a Stephen King novel. The fog horn sounded regularly as we made our way through by way of radar. The early crowds on deck were all inside, hiding out from the cold and damp. The few of us outside taking photographs were rewarded with eerie shots like this one.
And then, out of the fog and looking at this!
It was enough to get Dad outside to see it for himself, no glass window in the way.
The views were breathtaking and I had to remind myself to take photos because part of me just wanted to soak it all up. Mountains, big, big mountains, the cross-border cousins of the North Cascades in Washington.
Rows and rows of peaks, as far back as we could see…
And off the starboard side, the city of Vancouver, gleaming in the haze.
With a quick turn, the ferry headed into Horseshoe Bay and our ride was soon over.
We made our way home, pulling into Seattle after a day of fog, ferries, traffic, a border crossing, Bellingham, and stretches of I5 my Dad had never been on. He’s now been the entire length of I5, which not many people can say!