My trip to the west coast of Vancouver Island began with grey clouds and cold temperatures, with rain not far behind. My very small campsite had a big view: the boats tied up at the small craft harbor. I walked down to the boat ramp on the other side of the campground that evening, where the water was flat calm despite the dark skies overhead.
The next morning, I was all set to find the lighthouse, but something made me turn right instead of left out of the campground and I found myself back at the boat dock, looking at flat calm waters and a slight, light-grey break in the clouds. I pulled out the kayak and was on the water in ten minutes flat.
Before I could get to the small craft harbor, I had to paddle by the big fishing boats on the outside. They were all tied up, nowhere to go, waiting out the storm that was clearly on its way.
I rounded the corner into the small craft harbor and spied a tiny trailer. My tiny trailer! Look hard at the photo above, and you can see it, waaaaay off to the right, under the trees, and just about as big as a bug.
The water was beautiful, and the reflections were fun to play with. But soon enough, I could feel the wind picking up and I barely made it back to the boat ramp before I felt raindrops on my head. Still, an hour’s paddle was worth a bit of damp at the end.
Bad weather makes for good photography.