Those of us who call the lower mainland home and frequent the use of BC Ferries know that travel of this sort often comes with headache. Sure, the crossing is beautiful. It’s spectacular. But the task of getting to the terminal on time, and subsequently securing a spot, is rarely simple and often enough to make a lunatic of me.
Friday morning I left the house more than two hours before the 9am sailing time in order to avoid a repeat of another missed ferry. Still, I barely made it, sprinting the final stretch of the 17A on my bike to get to the ticket window for 8:58. Thankfully the attendant took pity on me and allowed me to board.
Friday morning I left the house more than two hours before the 9am sailing time in order to avoid a repeat of another missed ferry. Still, I barely made it, sprinting the final stretch of the 17A on my bike to get to the ticket window for 8:58. Thankfully the attendant took pity on me and allowed me to board.
While the ‘getting there’ is often somewhat of a spectacle, the unhurried cadence of the island is enough to ease the stress acquired in transit. Well, usually… Friday I arrived at Fulford Harbour on Salt Spring just in time for a downpour to hit as I was cycling to the campground. Cold, wet, and miserable, I sat in the rain for two hours waiting for the forecast’s promise of ‘overcast with 0mm precipitation’ to arrive. Finally it did - and so did good company - turning a miserable start into a spectacular weekend.
Ocean front camping.
Miles of hearty cycling.
Star stuffed skies and the sound of waves pulling us to sleep at night.
Salt Spring's Saturday market.
Island grown eats and a lavish feast at camp.
The company of lovely friends.
And another dose of gratitude for the playground offered to us by the west coast landscape - however inconvenient it is to get there ;)
Miles of hearty cycling.
Star stuffed skies and the sound of waves pulling us to sleep at night.
Salt Spring's Saturday market.
Island grown eats and a lavish feast at camp.
The company of lovely friends.
And another dose of gratitude for the playground offered to us by the west coast landscape - however inconvenient it is to get there ;)