I went with a mission: to find matching earrings for
my chakra pendant. Mission accomplished—twice! I also found a silk scarf to
accent my new faux leather (you don’t dare wear real leather to Saltspring
Island) jacket. Looks like burgundy figures in my winter wardrobe palette this
year.
With nothing much else to attract us in the little
town of Ganges, Ter and I shopped. The earrings were my prime directive and neither of
us was confident enough to stray off the beaten path on our first visit. It
was a lot like driving the Saanich Peninsula or north of the Malahat. Silly me.
If you squish Vancouver Island and all the Gulf Islands together, you’ll get
one big rainforest island. The native flora doesn’t change from rock to rock.
Only the fauna does, and the vibe we got from the locals was pleasant
enough but I live in a tourist town. I know what the natives think when a
stranger shows up in September, and we were most definitely strangers.
The ferry trip was fun; pausing for breakfast was delicious
(doesn’t look it, but my toast was GF!); poking around the shops was fruitful,
though I wish I’d pulled out the Canon at Black Sheep Books, a shop plucked
straight out of Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter stories. Didn’t buy anything,
but there is no better place to hang out anywhere than a vintage book store.
Best of all, on returning home, we agreed that
Vancouver is too big, Ganges is too small, and that makes Victoria juuuuuust
right!
For now.
The trip in pictures:
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| Ter and Tig in lane 31 |
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| the boat we're on |
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| the boat we're usually on |
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| the boat I'd have liked to be on |
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| a perfect day to be on any boat |
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| the wee kirk on the water |
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| pulling in to Fulford Harbour |
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| brekkie at ... |
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| the Tree House proprietor |
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| a tight fit through the front door |
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| the view gets no better than this |
