To Prince Rupert - the 3rd deepest port in the world

Tuesday, July 1, 2008: Kumealon Island Cove to Prince Rupert

Russ, looking fulfilled

I thought I heard the depth sounder alarm go off—so got out of my warm feathers and headed for the cockpit. Dawn was barely breaking. There were still waters drained by low tide, wet brown banks, tall tree silhouettes. It was birdsong I was hearing. The depth 33 feet. I went back to a ½ sleep, to knowing there was another day awaiting and a destination to reach of Prince Rupert.

I remember a day at Kingsway High School, south of Durban, South Africa. I was in a standard 7 (grade 9) geography class taught by Mrs. McPherson. She was a pretty Scots woman with a no-nonsense short haircut, but with a natural wave to it that emphasized her femininity. She had a beauty spot, too, that added character.

"Marilyn! Stop looking out the window!" she blurted.

I had spotted her brother, a student, talking to my brother outside—and was distracted. The subject was North America—the Great Lakes and Canada: transportation of grain, lumber, etc. Deep harbours. I listened after that call for attention. It all sounded so other-worldly from a small village in South Africa. Beyond reach, beyond comprehension.

Now, proud to say—I’ve crossed the great divide of continents and Lake Michigan and now am within reach of Prince Rupert. The approach is through myriads of little islands and rock outcroppings well navigated by Zulu’s captain. The water is khaki green from the Skeena River outflow. I will see the world’s 3rd deepest harbour where coal, grain, lumber, minerals, pulp, and fish are exported all over the globe. We will tarry awhile on it’s outskirts to drink it all in. You would be proud of me Mrs. McPherson!