Mega Moon Adventures From a Lost Inlet

And so it was. The opportunity arose to have ourselves a little portage, and then witness the full moon rise whilst meandering about the ocean. Our vessel was a canoe, and our velocity was governed solely by our arms. After a rewarding portage, we boarded the nautical watercraft and broke away from the soupy saltwater inlet known as the Goose Spit. After testing the reliability of the canoe through an ancient and highly secretive set of orchestrated maneuvers, we pointed our bow towards the city of Vancouver. With Denman and Hornby Islands to our right, and Texada Island to our left, we positioned ourselves perfectly for an ocean view Jacques Cartier would have been envious of. As the moon's outer edge began to break through the rusty hue hanging over the great city of the Best Coast, we got our first glimpse of the Mega Moon. I was in absolute awe of the power of Earth's primary satellite, as its influence was all around us. From the steady rocking of the tide to the creatures taking advantage of the changing water levels, Mega Moon was a palpable force. With the moon now suspended above the smog by commanding cosmic forces, it finally revealed its true beauty. One could distinctly make out the lighter lunar highlands, and with even greater clarity, the darker lunar maria. Its cosmic reflection in the oceanic mirror before us stole our breath. Marvel and wonder were upon us, and we all appreciated the beauty with which only nature could produce. For us, Mega Moon provided an efficacious partner, and we were very humbled guests.