On the ferry ride over to Victoria we were lucky and so delighted to spot from a distance a pod of Orcas – not once, but twice!
We were joined by others for tastings and a great outdoor lunch with a view at Church & State Wines:1445 Benvenuto Ave, Brentwood Bay, BC. Then off to…
De Vine Vineyards: 6181B Old West Saanich Rd, Saanichton, BC.
A frog hopped on my skirt, looked me in the eye and asked for a kiss. I’m sorry little froggy but I already have my prince. You’ll have to jump on someone else.
We went via private boat to stay at this Rustic Oceanfront Cottage on a remote Gulf Island.
Cruising by Moonlight (this photo does not compare to how gorgeous it actually was). The night before the moon was red & I could not capture its incredible brilliance.
I heard scratching at the door around midnight. Turns out it was the next door neighbour. He was cute so I let him in and he made himself at home…right next to me in bed.
I woke up to this. Unfortunately my little friend went home shortly after sunrise. Guess he just wanted a warm body to curl up with.
Everyone seems to enjoy themselves when they have the freedom to do exactly as they please…..or just enjoy the peace and quiet.
And nature on the island. Looking towards the beach with 4 deer and 2 fawns.
This is grocery shopping island style at the local Sunday market. The honour system is alive and well and besides everyone knows where you live.
But I picked these myself – literally from several different trees.Then it was off camping in an even more rustic fashion. I can’t pretend it was glamping. At least by gorgeous waterfalls and lots of hiking trails. No time to makeup. We bathed in this calm crystal clear river.
More island shopping at Coombs Old Country Market (they have everything you can imagine) even goats up on the roof.
This one is saying “p…. off”Then a visit with my one & only sis on return with me sitting and her lying down on her lovely deck with a fluffy friend named Rufus – a lambadoodle.
She gifted me with tickets to Gwen Stefani last night at Rogers Arena. My friend and I & millions of millennials among us really enjoyed the energy in that stadium. Gwen is not even real – at 46 she rocks in every single capacity! My friend asked “where have we gone wrong?”
Spending the summer in Vancouver near the beach makes me feel like I don’t really need to escape. The weather has been perfect and with plenty of picturesque places to walk, run, rollerblade, ride a bike or just relax in a chaise lounge, why go anywhere else?
But having said that, I just came back from spending three amazing days & nights on two little hidden gems. The first day/night was spent with a friend who lives on Prospect Lake where the water is warm enough to swim in and we watched a resident bald eagle at fairly close range. And we ate very well.
The last two days/nights were spent on a friends oceanfront property on Piers Island which is a little island near Sydney, B.C. There are only about 40 permanent residents and about 123 ocean front lots. We took his boat from Canoe Cove and landed on his doorstep about a 15 minute ride dock to dock.
Soooo I can be an island girl as it turns out..at least for three days. A break from the city is a nice change and doing nothing but taking in the view, eating good food while taking in the view and walking the dogs while taking in the view is really as good as it gets.
There were two dogs on Prospect and three on Piers and they were in doggie heaven. Piers has no cars so we could take them off leash through the trails. People leave boxes of unwanted stuff outside their places with notes attached that say “help yourself.” Someone left a bike and our friend was going to buy one so we ended up bringing him the one we found. At least I’m hoping it was meant to be taken (it was).
Many arty people who have little work studios and make jewellery and glass objects live there. More people tend to paint and make jam in these places. Come to think of it, the last time I went to Gabriola to visit a friend we overnighted on Saltspring, left with a bag of quince berries from a B+B we stayed at and went back to Gabriola to make quince jam…because that’s what you’re supposed to do in these quaint locations. Take it easy and make jam.
What is it about these small islands that brings out your artistic side?
Is it because you have more time on your hands or is it simply a better place to be?