Surprise!

 

Mar 9, 2023

Like most Canadians, we are obsessed with talking (and writing) about the weather.  Like all boaters, we keep an eye on the sky and dream of sunny warmth and our appreciation of the sunny boating season that is always just over the horizon.

 This winter has conspired to mislead us and I, for one, am taking it personally. December was mild, January was mostly surprisingly uncharacteristic right across the country. But in February, our collective it’s-almost-spring trance was broken by some unexpected nasty weather. It got announced when Los Angeles got snow on its Hollywood sign in a cold blast that hadn’t been experience in decades. That somehow slunk up the coast and bombed BC’s Lower Mainland.

It’s early March and I’m in denial

Then eastern Canada, which had been wearing virtual shorts in a bubble of winter denial, got a whole winter’s worth of snow in 10 days. I had forgotten we needshovels and snowplows and prefer to live without them.

OK, OK, we need to grow up and face reality – this is not Sarasota. Each issue I look into my overoptimistic crystal ball and predict that launch is almost here, which, of course, it isn’t.  And we all know it even as we delude ourselves.

So now I can say it. It’s March and launch is almost here. Time to get the boat ready. (no snickering, please.)

John Morris
Online Editor

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