In her latest post my blogging friend Kate said, "There are times this place takes my breath away. Times I am overcome and unable to believe this is where I live, that this is my daily luck, my never-ending backyard." She perfectly summed up how I feel about this place I call home. I love my little cottage, nestled in the woods and surrounded by mountains. But this is just one little corner of a very big province, and the amazing thing is the rest of this province is every bit as beautiful. Vancouver Island is no exception. Here's part two of my Victoria adventure.
We bundled up and went for a walk along the waterfront near Karsten and Diana's home. It almost looks like I'm back in Shetland!
There was a yarn crawl. I'm fairly certain Lucy is going to be a knitter, so she might as well start inhaling wool fumes at a young age. Some people might call this indoctrination, but I prefer to think of it as education.
We drove out to Goldstream Provincial Park to take in the very end of the salmon run. The tree Karsten, Diana and Lucy are standing in front of was huge, but there were even bigger ones sprinkled throughout the park. There were seagulls everywhere, feasting on the carcasses of dead fish.
We went to Merridale Ciderworks and I got to do a cider tasting. It was fun, and better yet, the cider was every bit as good as Jean's beloved Weston's.
I think Lucy is going to be an outdoors kind of girl. She loves being bundled up and going for walks. Diana had been wanting to go to Kinsol Trestle, so we made that the last stop of our day trip. The sun was starting to go down, so it was hard to get good pictures.
Squeezed in between all of our outings was the thing I most enjoyed while on Vancouver Island. Lucy time. Lots and lots of it, but at the same time not nearly enough.
Unbelievably, on the return ferry ride I got one of the coveted three front places again! It was a beautiful day, but absolutely freezing. I quickly took this picture as we sailed away. That's Mt. Baker in the distance.
My adventure finished at my friend Ellen's home, where they were celebrating the last day of Hanukkah.
I hope you don't mind that I split my trip into two posts. So much happened in the six days I was away that there was no way I could do it justice in a single post. From the very start when I met the Ferry Lady, to the dinner out with the publisher and other authors, the book launch, the time spent with family, exploring a bit of Vancouver Island, and finishing with a Hanukkah lunch, it was perfect. Every single moment. (Well, okay, maybe not that bit where I had to stand up in front of people and talk.) Shalom.