Whilst taking a bit of a walkabout in the vicinity of Port Browning, North Pender Island, an old haunt of ours… we stumbled upon: Yonder. It was a discovery and wonderment to behold. Though we’ve never gotten what we consider close to Thither and her ilk. Yonder was quite the find. Some stalwarts have been known to gallivant about the ancient forests of England, studying the runes and evidential ruminations of the local woods folk. All have been known to partake in deep, sacred, respectful whisperings around a campfire, at night, when such things take place.
The musings, counterpoints, and meager tells… lead many to believe that Thither is rumored to be just a few steps beyond Hither. That is what has been said and repeated for centuries… perhaps millennia.
It has been suggested, by a few cartographers who study ancient maps for altruistic entertainment, that Hither might be hidden deep in the oak forests of England. An ancient, hand drawn map, iron gall ink on handmade laid parchment, from the 1100s or thereabouts makes reference to such a place in Savernake Forrest.
A few historical cartographers got together during a recent summer solstice campout in the deep forests of England. A non-cartographer amongst the group, who was there on sabatical, overheard a whispered conversation, proposing that the ever elusive Yon has been hiding in the undergrowth and shade created by Thither’s ancient oaks. Whatever was meant by that, may have been tainted. The wine was flowing freely, and medicinal herbs were taking effect at that juncture. Cartographers have been known to whisper with deep respect and awe about such things whilst under the influence. It is so.
All that being noted, Les and I have recently discovered that Yonder has a place and namesake, and it is just down the road from the Port Browning Marina on North Pender Island in British Columbia:
Oh… it may well be a fanciful replica. One never knows. And… I have a niggling suspicion that it just may not matter. Perhaps if and when Les and I decide to “swallow the anchor” and become lubs… we may well create a habitat that we name “Yonder”.
Why knot?
Where is your “Yonder”?
And… does it call to you?
Salish Sea Cruising With Blair, Les, Leo, and Bliss 
ah, Yonder! …and the related dithering post – have you read The Stranger in the Woods by Michael Finkel? Amazing nonfiction book about about an American hermit.
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