Me and Jenny, best of friends; so sad she is leaving today to join her friends in Washington. Thank you Jenny for your friendship, guidance, chocolate, patience and care for me during our short time together!
In Vancouver we
boarded the ferry for Vancouver Island; a fun 90 minute journey across the Juan
de Fuca Strait.
It was awesome to be on the open ocean and come into beautiful Vancouver Island. The scenery was outrageous!
We camped at China Beach, a wonderful forest
campground right on the beach. In the morning I took the walk down the trail to the beach and had the early morning beach all to myself. If you look closely you can see my boots in the bottom of the picture. It has rained nearly every day in Canada and I wore these darn boots every single day!
So spacious, wild and rugged; my kind of place.
The bones of the sea; ancient driftwood lay strewn all over the beach, like a huge dinosaur graveyard.
The campground was like a
rain forest;
luscious fern, banana slugs, moss covered trees and spongy ground from years of compost.
Trail leading down to the beach; this is way too much fun!
The beach was filled with all my favorite things; sticks, feathers, shells, logs, driftwood and bits of
flotsam and
jetsam; whatever that may be. It was like a huge treasure house.
In Victoria there is a wharf with entertainers, wood carvers, artisans and people of every shape, size and nationality. This fellow we called the white man, would stand there perfectly still until someone dropped money in his bucket. Then he would perform a mime act that was pretty darn amazing.
The city is filled with wonderful things like this horse and carriage ride. However it was $50.00 for 15 minutes, so we decided to walk, and walk we did. For hours and hours we roamed the city, drinking coffee, window shopping, talking to the street people and eating
delicious salmon chowder and salad at an Irish Pub.
How can a city be this pretty? A lot of the buildings are huge and centuries old made out of brick and covered in ivy.
The famous One Man Band; he did it all. I saw him when I was in Victoria five years ago, and he is still here, doing the same songs, playing the guitar, bass,
Dobro, harmonica and drums all at the same time. A little strange, but hey you gotta make a living somehow.
Me and Jenny, best of friends; so sad she is leaving today to join her friends in Washington. Thank you Jenny for your friendship, guidance, chocolate, patience and care for me during our short time together!
In Vancouver we boarded the ferry for Vancouver Island; a fun 90 minute journey across the Juan de Fuca Strait.
It was awesome to be on the open ocean and come into beautiful Vancouver Island. The scenery was outrageous!
We camped at China Beach, a wonderful forest campground right on the beach. In the morning I took the walk down the trail to the beach and had the early morning beach all to myself. If you look closely you can see my boots in the bottom of the picture. It has rained nearly every day in Canada and I wore these darn boots every single day!
So spacious, wild and rugged; my kind of place.
The bones of the sea; ancient driftwood lay strewn all over the beach, like a huge dinosaur graveyard.
The campground was like a rain forest; luscious fern, banana slugs, moss covered trees and spongy ground from years of compost.
Trail leading down to the beach; this is way too much fun!
The beach was filled with all my favorite things; sticks, feathers, shells, logs, driftwood and bits of flotsam and jetsam; whatever that may be. It was like a huge treasure house. 
In Victoria there is a wharf with entertainers, wood carvers, artisans and people of every shape, size and nationality. This fellow we called the white man, would stand there perfectly still until someone dropped money in his bucket. Then he would perform a mime act that was pretty darn amazing.
The city is filled with wonderful things like this horse and carriage ride. However it was $50.00 for 15 minutes, so we decided to walk, and walk we did. For hours and hours we roamed the city, drinking coffee, window shopping, talking to the street people and eating delicious salmon chowder and salad at an Irish Pub.
How can a city be this pretty? A lot of the buildings are huge and centuries old made out of brick and covered in ivy.