September 14, 2025 –Sunday
We had planned to celebrate my birthday with a few days in Victoria, soaking in the charm of its gardens, galleries, and waterfront cafés. But the forecast told another story — a week of unsettled weather nudged us to pivot eastward, chasing clearer skies and calmer seas. What began as a change of plans became a gift in itself: a quiet, contemplative passage from Sidney to Sucia, where the fog played gently with the light and each mile offered its own quiet wonder.
The photos from that day tell it best — mist-laced islands drifting past, navigation markers standing like sentinels, and the occasional sea lion or seabird reminding us we weren’t alone. By afternoon, we were walking the trails of Sucia, the air soft and still, the shoreline etched with stories. It wasn’t the day we’d originally planned, but it unfolded with light fog, shifting plans, and a quiet kind of beauty that made the journey feel like its own celebration.
