It's that time of the year again. If I don't leave soon the weather will prevent me. Last year I left for the south on the 9th of December and the first two days were bearable. So......
I sublet my house to a very nice person who will keep the home fires burning as I plan to be gone for six months.
It requires a lot of thought to choose the right things to pack. Since I have to bring the tent and sleeping bag it does not leave room for luxuries. I dehydrated some fruit for snacks.
Weather resistant clothing is a must. Technology keeps me in touch with my family and friends.
I found this cool pillow at MEC. It rolls up into this little pocket and unrolled, it expands and feels like a real pillow! Ahhh, sweet sleep.
Almost ready to go.....
One of my favourite places in Victoria is Fisherman's Wharf. You can enjoy a meal of Fish and Chips or fajitas on the water as you watch the harbour traffic and the sea birds.
No matter how often I go to Fisherman's Wharf, I always enjoy the stroll on the plank pathways between the quaint little boat houses. Each one has it's own design and is decorated with the personal touch of the owner.
There are a couple of seals that live in the water here and you can feed them fresh fish from the seafood market. Unfortunately they were feeling shy today.
On a sunny day I could almost convince myself that I would like to live in a house boat. That instead of the breeze blowing through the trees, I would hear the lapping of the waves against my pontoons. Mowing my lawn would turn into scraping the algae from the bottom of my boat with a snorkel on. My aquarium would be the ocean surrounding me. The seals my pets. I can convince myself that it would be a better life. I guess the water is always greener on the other side of the wharf....until you find out how expensive the lifestyle can be. Then suddenly you are happy to be a land lubber.
IF YOU EVER COME TO VICTORIA YOU MUST DO THE SCENIC DRIVE AROUND THE SOUTHERN TIP OF THE ISLAND, BEACH DRIVE. IT MEANDERS ALONG THE SHORELINE AND THERE ARE MANY SPOTS TO STOP AND ENJOY THE VIEWS.
THE BEST WAY OF COURSE IS ON A MOTORCYCLE. YOU GET THE FULL FLAVOUR OF COLOUR AND SCENT.
BE SURE TO STOP AT THE INNER HARBOUR TO OBSERVE WHAT IS FLOATING ON THE WATER.
BUT KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR PASSENGER BECAUSE HE JUST MAY BE STANDING ON YOUR BACK SEAT. SHEESH! SOME PEOPLE AND THEIR CAMERAS!
Keys are little chunks of essential metal that one must keep close at hand in order to start one's vehicle, open a private compartment or lock one's door to prevent intruders from entering the house at night. However they do no good if one leaves the key inserted inside the lock, enters the house and locks the door from the inside. Who would do a stupid thing like that? Or who would tell someone if they did? Some people need a key to unlock the intelligence laying dormant in their skull. I hope you don't think I am talking about myself. I won't confirm or deny it. :-)
to change the subject....Take a good look at this tire. If treads could talk they would tell you about all the adventures they have seen. However, my treads are almost gone and their stories are spread out on the roads behind me. This week I am replacing them with new ones, novice treads that begin with a blank page. It is time for a new story.
Meanwhile back at the ranch.......Chris has returned home to chill in the warm late summer sun. Victoria is most beautiful in the fall.....in the spring.....and ok, in the summer too. One must stop to smell the roses....I mean the Black eyed Susans.
And while I am doing exactly that, I will be planning and preparing for my next adventure. There are things to do and places to go.
Like someone said once, "You know all those things you used to dream about doing?.... Do them." And I say, "Ok."
When there are this many motorcycles parked in one spot you can know that there is something motorcycle-ish going on nearby.
It didn't take long to find the main event. Some of the most amazing custom built Harley street bikes were being shown off. Eye candy.
This bike was owned buy a thirsty guy. Four bottles on one bike. It's amazing what these artists come up with.
I wouldn't want to actually ride one of these even if it was mine, because dropping one of these babies would be like accidentally stepping into the middle of the only triple layer chocolate pecan caramel with whipped cream birthday cake that anyone had ever made for you, and that's bad. Was that a run-on sentence? I will distract you from my grammatical incompetence with another amazing Harley.
The above comment is probably why you don't see these bikes cruising around the streets of your city. They are built to wait every night in one's garage for the owner to come and stroke her lovingly with his eyes. He lights up a cigarette and tells her all of the problems he is having with his other woman in his real life. His name must be Bill.
These are the mountains that are left behind when your bike points east toward the foothills and the bread basket of the flatter Canadian landscapes.
Nakota Lodge sits on an unbroken plane, the edge of which is garnished with vertical cliffs, sprigs of spruce and large fluid mirrors.
And then.......suddenly.......
You find yourself in the land of contradiction. In utter confusion you think you are dreaming. On one side of the road you have huge fields of pre-cereal. On the other hand, you wonder how you will be able to find a bowl big enough for the Shredded Wheat across the road. Talk about carb overload.
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