July 10, 2008
Yesterday, after taking our pick of several vacant mooring buoys at Montague Provincial Park, perusing the eclectic assortment of goods at the harbour’s general store and enjoying the hike to the park’s north-facing beach, we lolled about in the shade of Ohana’s cockpit. Around six pm we returned to the harbour dinghy dock, hiked to nearby Montague road and waited at the dusty intersection in anticipation of our first ride on the infamous “Pub Bus”.

Out of sight, round several turns in the winding narrow blacktop road, a large engine voiced its concern as its driver ground into a lower gear. As the whining grew louder there was the unmistakable sound of Mowtown’s Supremes permeating the surrounding tall pines. We exchanged wry smiles with a few other campers, boaters and otherwise prospective riders at the crossroad. Like an eager audience at the rock concert, we knew the main ticket was arriving on stage. (more on the Pub Bus later …gotta sail now)