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The Bearing  -  Voyages
 

 

Part 1: The best laid plans of Randy and Cathy

 

By RANDY GARON


 

On September 2, 2002 I made a fatal mistake. OK, not really fatal, but a decision that would prove to be life-changing: To mark my wife’s birthday I bought us a long weekend get-away to Victoria. I had never been here; she had not visited in more than 20 years.

 In fact, it was a whole new beginning for us. We knew it was in the cards to end up back here. So on the plane back to Edmonton we started to formulate The Plan.

 

Did I mention I love spreadsheets? I drafted our 10-year plan, with us ending up living in Victoria. The stars really did line up for us: in June 2008 we bought and moved into our first home in Victoria. (Before that, we made so many trips to the coast that we bought a condo, just to have a place to stay. No sooner had we done this than our youngest daughter decided to go to college – yes, in Victoria. You can guess what happened to our condo…)

 

 

Randy made this 10-year plan...

 

My wife and I have been boaters since we were kids and always had boats as adults. Once married, we had ski boats, speed boats, cruisers and finally a pontoon boat that we dipped into most lakes around Alberta.

 

We were no strangers to boating, but we knew nothing about the ocean and were certainly apprehensive about ocean boating. And what kind of boat did we want? Well, one that you could cruise on nice days, be protected when  it was wet or cool, be able to fish out of, have enough room to spend a weekend (or longer) aboard – and we didn’t want marina moorage, we wanted to trailer it!

 

 

 

 

You can imagine the looks we got, from those who knew boats.

 

By now it was fall and we still had no boat. We did remember that we needed to learn more about the ocean and boating on it. Luckily, Brentwood Bay Power and Sail Squadron were advertising classes for the CPS Safe Boating Course, the PCOC and VHF radio course. We signed up, determined to learn what we could.

 

In hindsight, it was one of our better decisions. You notice, however, that I said “in hindsight”.

 

We started classes the first week of January 2009, with an intense first evening. By weeks three and four, we moved from learning knots, to studying under Dave Jackson of IOS those navigational aid thingies that you have to look up in a book that is not a book but a Chart. We learned about the legal aspects of Collision Regulations from John Alexander. The revelations of that evening alone made us question our sanity about considering ocean boating.

 

But then we hit the Big One: charting and plotting on these big maps that were also not called maps but charts. (Go figure.)

 

We walked out of that class, made it back to our vehicle and just there looking out the windshield in silence. Finally I looked at my wife and said “Honey, we are not buying a boat”. She looked at me calmly and said “Just as well. I am quitting the class. I am going to fail. I have no idea what those people are talking about.”

 

... and dreamed of becoming ocean-savvy

 

Will Randy and Cathy remain ex-Alberta landlubbers? Or will they stick to their plan? Find out next month in the concluding part of their story.

 

 

 

 

 

Part 2: Flatlanders take to the sea (after all)

 

By RANDY GARON

 

   

In hindsight (once again!) thank our lucky stars we chose Brentwood Bay to take our Boating course.

 

The Commander and several instructors and proctors talked us down “off the cliff” and coached us through the subsequent weeks of class (“not to worry, you will do fine, it will all come together shortly, that kind of thing.)

 

They were so supportive and helpful that eventually our lights did come back on. In a very short time, we came to grasp the new concepts that hit us by the truckload.

 

We enjoyed the rest of our classes. We both ended up passing with marks in the mid 90s. Not bad for a couple of flatlanders with no idea of what we were getting into.

 

Certificates and licences in hand, we were now – as the saying goes -- armed and dangerous.

 

In early May 2009 the stars lined up for us once again. We had chosen a boat model that seemed to fit our lofty requirements. We located a couple of used boats and were sure that one of them would be The One.

 

We planned to go to Everett and Tacoma intent on a purchase. Then, just before we were leaving, we spotted a Calgary dealer’s ad for the new 2007 model of the boat we wanted.

 

The story kept getting better. The dealer had just received a manufacturer’s rebate. The boat was sitting in their Langley yard, one short ferry ride away.

On May 17, 2009 she was delivered to our driveway and christened The Plan.

 

 

 

The ads tell you that the PCOC will get you out there, but the CPS Boating class will get you back.

 

It’s true! The CPS course lets you create a plan to check things over before you go out, plan your route, plan how to anchor or moor and most importantly plan to get back, no matter what.

 

You become prepared for the worst, able to navigate safely despite electronic failure, weather conditions or adverse mechanical issues. You learn to deal with that unexpected very large wake on what appeared to be calm waters.

 

 

Cathy and I have not stopped learning since Day One of that first class. We are beginning to feel like perpetual students (much like our daughter, still living in our condo and still going to college).

 

We are in our fifth session of classes. I help with instruction and Cathy is now Chief Proctor.

 

With the squadron we have gone on cruises, enjoying good food, good company and the fun of a potluck on the dock. My personal favourite is the annual cruise to Victoria’s Inner Harbour, the same location where two flatlanders stood more than eight years ago, their lives about to change forever.

 

 Happy (and safe) boating to you all.