Sadly, one of our dear Burnaby Squadron members, Patrick Julien, passed away yesterday.
Patrick and Maxine Julien of the Santa Maria VI are relatively new members to the BPSS, but their old souls warmed our hearts immediately. Taking to cruises and events immediately, even becoming Regalia Officers on the Bridge with this most recent Change of Watch; they have immersed themselves in the culture of the Canadian Power & Sail Squadron.
I have gotten to know Patrick fairly well over the last few months. When he pulled his boat to have her worked on I assisted with the zincs, sounder issues and a few other odds n’ ends that needed doing. We shared many a laugh and he offered me one (perhaps more) of his home brewed beer while on the hard.
Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of assisting Patrick on a cruise to Sechelt through the Skookumchuk Rapids on the Santa Maria VI. We steamed from Coal Harbour early that Saturday morning and some 9 hours later arrived in Pender Harbour. During our cruise there we bonded even more. Telling tales, jokes, naps, enjoying the amazing menu Maxine had prepared for us and sharing duties on the helm. The most exciting moment we shared on that day was passing a commercial crab trap too closely. Patrick may have done that just for fun.
As we entered Pender Harbour we took up residence on the VRC dock. After walking about and enjoying the sights Patrick prepared dinner and we enjoyed the sunset. We spoke with our very interesting dock mates who were the proud owners of a beautiful Bavaria 40′ sailboat. They told us of their bakery business in Egmont. You have to hike an hour to get there but the cinnamon buns are to die for. As we entered the wee hours of the morning we imbibed some spirits, shared some more tales and departed to our respective bunks.
Early the next day we departed for the Rapids. It was overcast but spirits were sunny. The scenery and solitude up there just took my breath away. We shared the waters with a few commercial fishing vessels and gulls. The water was glass and perfect in every way. We rounded Egmont and headed in to Bathgate Marina to wait for slack tide. We puttered around the marina looking at every boat there. Discussing the finer points of boat maintenance, no doubt. When the time came we braved the rapids. Patrick navigated them like a pro and in no time we were down in Sechelt.
It was two days with one of the most interesting men I have ever known. He was kind, warm, receptive, knowledgeable and gracious. We took to each other like old friends. I know that I will miss him dearly and I know the rest of the Squadron will, too.
Crossing the Bar
By Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.