We’re back from a quick boot to the West Coast — a small dose of much needed greenery and proper spring. This is also the week I decided to give up coffee, temporarily, until I get over a bout of stomach funk. It’s been 4 days since my last cup… and that’s how long I’ve been in my pajamas, just kidding. I normally can’t sleep at all while in transit, no probs now. I can nap all plane ride long while white mountains float by underneath… Seriously, though, no caffeine — it’s haaaard.
Tofino is a small fishing village/secret celebrity haunt/surfing capital of Canada, way out there on the west coast of Vancouver Island. Greg and I came here for the first time almost 15 years ago (15 years!), and visit the area every couple of years since. People go to Tofino for many reasons, and food is one — there are local businesses roasting coffee, brewing beer, and good restaurants to hole up in for dinner after a rainy day. I need to take time to check these out one of these days, but we’re usually too busy exploring the wilderness all around, which is what we come for.
You can hop on any number of logging roads in the area and get into the real stuff — with not a soul in sight. We joked that we should start “night walks” in the rainforest like the ones you do in Costa Rica. LOL. I don’t think so. Here it’s not a question of what you find, it’s what will find YOU. And that will be a cougar.
This is Larry Lake along hwy 4, just before a really bad stretch of cliff-hugging road along Kennedy Lake (Larry is the weirdest name to give a lake. Why not Bob? Bob Lake.) I have a few pictures accumulated from this pretty vantage point, and I’m always annoyed by this small bush in the lower right that ruins my shot. Next time I’m showing up with a big pair of shears and trimming it.
And finally… my borrowed kitchen. The vacation rental was owned by a local chef, who used to run his catering business out of this house. THAT STOVE did not kid around, this thing could make a roast chicken and propel a jet at the same time. I’d love to have one of these, but I know I’d leave a knob on and kerplode the house. Those knobs were so hard to turn and adjust, like they were made for some big manly chef hands. Also, I heart the glass fridge door — but only in that setting. The “mess” inside would drive me nuts in my house, lol. It was very fun to have all of this for the week…
Ironically though, I didn’t do any iron chef-ing… Only very humble and quick homey meals (no caffeine, remember?) Besides… who needs to overcomplicate things when you have this outside… I told Greg that the “yard” is like a relaxation video.
All of that, cool humid air that smelled of cedar trees, and the sound of rain falling and ocean waves…It was a short stroll to the beach, and we walked it twice a day, rain or shine. Our dog loved it… I’d have this beach by my house any day. Unless an asteroid falls in the ocean, of course.
Well, time to wrap up the post and get back to real life. It’s so hard to restart the routine even after a short period away. New posts soon, ttyl.