When I first came to Victoria, I was nine years old and not familiar with the sea. I'd come upon the kelp floating ominously in the water, or lying lifeless and stinky amid the driftwood, and I'd give it wide berth.
This was swimming threateningly in the Strait of Juan de Fuca off the Ogden Point Breakwater on a breath-taking and flawless autumn day. Today, as a matter of fact.
Pan-Demonium
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*Today's post is a little different, and doesn't quite fit my standard
definition of a wreck - but it's just too darn funny not to share. *
*Today's post...
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