Jupiter’s mariners returned to Bellingham seven weeks later than expected owing to societal complications and closures from Covid-19.
After nearly six months absence we rejoined our fair vessel, and found her fully serviced, fueled, cleaned and polished to near perfection; ready to cruise.
Our pre-pandemic itinerary would have carried Jupiter north and west to the ragged outer edges of British Columbia and Southeastern Alaska in early May. Now an alternative strategy must steer us in new directions.
But wherever to explore with the Canadian border closed to non-essential travel? Departing Bellingham Bay, we have always turned right. Not this time. Not now, not yet.
The international border opening has been pressed back month by month and is currently promised to be reviewed again by July 21st. So we shall turn left, to the San Juan Islands and beyond, into the heart of Puget Sound. It is rumored that beautiful waters, interesting geology, diverse wildlife, and intriguing communities rich in history exist along this coast without regard for man-made frontiers.
Sucia Island, our first destination, is an anchorage so close to the BC border that American cell phones are often hijacked by powerful Canadian services whose raptorial bandwidths forage deeply into US territorial waters.
Canadian geese also are observed moving freely and gratuitously between countries, canardian passports not required.
Pressed Against the Glass
From Sucia and environs one can see Vancouver Island with her peaks and charming quays and bays in the unattainable distance. Like hungry children, faces pressed against the storefront glass, we gaze covetously at seductive sweets and treats lying therein. All is beyond reach for now.
There’s a land above the border northwest
Where Jupiter is rarely at rest
The border is closed and the crew is disposed
To stay south and avoid an arrest
We are not alone in our quest to travel north. A survey of boats currently cruising in British Columbia shows oceans of Canadian registered vessels, while many American flagged boats lie listlessly in marinas to the south side of the line.
What we are waiting for is not as important
as what happens to us while we wait.Mandy Hale