I decided I like island life for a change of pace.
Not that my life is so hectic here in Vancouver but it’s just more laid back on a little island where it’s not so easy to escape. You have to entertain yourself in other ways and learn to just relax. The views are to blame. You immediately feel chill when you have a view of the ocean. You also have to plan better because where I stayed on Piers they have no stores, not even one grocery store, nada. Which means if you run out of anything it’s a boat trip over to Victoria or Sydney or….any of the other multitude of tiny surrounding gulf islands that have provisions. You have to be super organized. Once you have all that you need it’s amazing.
What I love most is there are no cars on Piers. The only way to reach it is by boat. Which means the dogs can run free (except for the time Jack ran after a deer and was lost for a few hours when the sun went down) and the air is much fresher. It feels so much healthier. And you get to know your neighbours who are actually very interesting. Infact it’s a good idea to get to know them anyway should you need anything. And they’re so willing to help. Island people are friendlier and they make pies and jam and they can sing. The phone book for the tiny island of Piers is only two pages – a printout. Quite funny actually. You can walk around the whole island in one hour but there’s also great trails for hiking and amazing sunsets and sunrises. Or you can just be.
Helps if you have a hobby, are writing a book and can play an instrument, especially guitar. Singing optional; but appreciated if good. My friends friend played guitar after dinner then unexpectedly broke into song with another person and they were both amazingly talented. He said “that’s nothing, sometimes there’s 12 people with mandolin and other instruments”. A total musical experience.
If you’re a writer you have the quiet. If you’re a photographer there are many options. If you’re a nature lover you can kayak, walk through the trails or explore other islands. Go from island to island as many do by kayak or boat. Some have row boats. So there we were.
At the south end of Salt Spring Island lies the little ferry dock at Fulford Harbour. It’s where we docked when a friend of mine took me and my out of town visitor for a boat ride. We didn’t plan for it but ended up there. I was only in Ganges before. It was several years ago with another friend who had a place on Gabriola. We ended up staying at a great B+B. The proprietor served us homemade quince jam with baked goods for breakfast and I had never had that before. We ended up going back to Gabriola with a bag of quince berries from her tree, bought some jars and made quince jam. Lots of it. Getting back to Fulford…
Walking around the village reminded me somewhat of Jamaica. The slower pace to be specific but also the variety of quaint little shops that are Caribbean-like and the surprising number of amenities. Sooo cute. Among other things they make really good cheeses and coffee which they now sell in many establishments all over British Columbia.
I love books (especially meaningful non-fiction) such as: