Tsawwassen

I've got to stop trying to force an "s" into the first syllable of Tsawwassen (since I think it's supposed to be T'wassin). We arrive late morning, every year, with our reservation in hand, converge with others in our extended Salt Spring family, and check out coffee and snacks and souvenirs at the market. This place is more like an airport than a ferry terminal, except we're in a car with a boat on top (sometimes it seems like so is everyone else). Our boat to Long Harbor on Salt Spring Island is one of the smaller ones here. The boats to Nanaimo are huge.

We've seen orca on the crossing once, maybe twice. This year we saw whale watching boats in the distance, but if there were whales they were too far, too small, or too deep. One of these days we'll see a pod of orca in Active Pass, but in the meantime we'll settle for passing ferry boats.