Two ferry rides and back in the Fifties
08.05.2009 - 11.05.2009 17 °C
Over the mountains and down the hills again with one big difference, Ferries. The BC car ferries are fast boats complete with clothing stores restaurants and video arcades. The terminals have much the same including a large choice of bars and pubs. On thing they don't mention is the waiting. The regulars seem immune. It drives me crazy. I of course miss the boat by minutes the next one is in two hours. Time for beer. It is a long ride from Horseshoe Bay near Vancouver to Departure bay in Nanimo. I go to the bow and pretend to listen to Celine Dion as I lean over watching for seals. We arrive; a quick drive to the ferry terminal for Gabriola Island. I cough up another thirty bucks for a shorter ride and arrive in the fifties. Life slows, old hippies amble along gravel side streets. My friend Jim guides me to his lovely sea side home complete with an orchestra of sea lions on a nearby island. Monster firs arch over streets and homes tucked into the woods. Postcard perfect. Later the moon light sparkles on the water and still the sea lions bark. I walk a labyrinth for the first time; a single path circling back on itself to the center.On the journey inwards you contemplate your troubles and on the way out you concentrate on resolution. For some strange reason the journey out seems only half as long as the walk in. Very strange The one thing that I am sure will remain with me forever is the scent of his home; the sea, the firs and a strange tree called an Arbuta which sheds it's bark instead of its broad leaves, all contribute to a distinct and pleasant memory. I highly recommend a soul repairing visit.