I spent 10 years living on Vancouver Island, and even though it was over 30 years ago those must have been very important years (ages 7-17, grades 2 through 12) in terms of establishing my sense of "home". To this day, whenever I get off the ferry near Nanaimo, where I grew up, or even in Victoria, where I just visit, I feel like I've come home. Perhaps it's the arbutus trees (Madrona more officially), or the rocky landscape. Or the ribbon of highway winding through the evergreen landscape. Maybe the mood is set on the ferry. Whatever it is, I need to get back to the island - to visit several times per year - and hope to live there again as soon as possible.
At any rate, Dave and I just got back from three nights - two on the fabulous west coast - and I'm renewed.
Part One:
We set off early to catch the 8:30 Horseshoe Bay ferry in West Vancouver. The sun was rising as we reached the terminal. I tried to snap pictures from the car, and was semi-successful.
More later.....(I promise the pictures get better - especially the ones NOT taken from the car).
2 comments:
Oh man...Gman and I both grew up on the Island....luv it, luv it! Can't wait to see more pictures!
I'll be waiting to hear more....somewhere in ther will certainly be a little misadventure. Or am I wrong??
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