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This appeared in WestJet Inflight Magazine
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The Miss B. Haven skims calm channels behind the outer islands north of Tofino, at speeds approaching 60 km/hr. Maybe there should be seatbelts. Who cares? We can feel the warp already, and bad things don't happen where we're going. The mountains are tall and draped in mist. Forest ridges drop into fjords so still, the reflection makes you wonder where reality ends and reflection begins. Remember Meares Island? Sure you do … the largest civil protest in Canadian history. There it is off to the right ... now it's gone. We're in a narrow channel, racing towards the very edge of the North American continent, where great Pacific rollers come up hard against a shoreline of rocky headlands and white sand beaches. An hour later, the Miss B enters Hot Springs Cove. A jetty provides the only access to shore. From there, it's a two kilometre boardwalk through lush rainforest to the undeveloped hot springs and pools. Anchored near the dock lies the InnChanter, a working ship of the West Coast, built in 1926. Recently converted into an exclusive hotel with six suites, it's run by a truly remarkable character. Meeting Shaun Shelongonsky for the first time is like meeting the Mad Hatter, the Wizard of Oz, and Haslan all in one. The vessel is crowded with books, the floors covered in Eastern rugs. Native Indian artifacts adorn the walls. Light filters through large windows ... no portholes here. This is Shangri-la, and we're welcome. Cabins are elegant, banter constant and witty. Shaun has worked as park ranger, storekeeper, shipwright and local builder for years. And the food and wine are superb, the more so here at the uttermost part of the earth. Just don't bump your head .. you may wake up and find yourself back in Kansas.
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