Well, today it rained on Salt Spring Island in earnest. But, instead of complaining about it, The Girl and I decided that we’d just adapt. Instead of heading to the beach, we decided that a car tour of the north end of the island was in order.
So, after a breakfast made up of the groceries we bought in Ganges yesterday, and a trip back into town to do a bit of shopping for picnic items, gifts and for more books, we set off. We went up Robinson street to Walker’s Hook, which is the general region that I took the last time I was here. The rain really cooled things down, so our walk out to the pier was fun but very brief. We retired to the Fernwood Cafe, a little corner place in that fairly remote area of the island, kind of like a little caffeine oasis. Then, we hit the road again. Being wanderers was fun, rain and all.
The rest of the time that morning and into the afternoon, we just drove. I aimed my car in interesting directions. We listened to our homemade mix of pop songs on repeat that serves as our soundtrack to this particular adventure, and we just took in the sights, after pausing to eat lunch. This was just after a walk along the northern tip of the island, where we saw a compelling rock formation, thanks to being right up against the sea. We ate our somosas with the radio on.
The island hasn’t had a lot of rain lately as mentioned. And that deep golden hue of the grasses, now darkened by the rains, made everything look like a painting. The rolling blanket of cloud and the patter of rain accentuated the beauty of the landscape. There has been no reason to complain about the weather.
The rest of the afternoon, we spent back at our rooms, reading our books in bed, chatting, and snacking. The Girl hummed Madonna’s “Beautiful Stranger” to herself, as she switched to the iPod. I knew that mix would come in handy.
“Let’s buy a frisbee!” The Girl suggested, So, we went to Mouat’s in Ganges and got one, throwing the frisbee back and forth on the school grounds near the main drag. Then, it was dinner – fish and chips, along with a jazz duo which had followed a succession of ’80s pop hits, including “We Built This City On Rock ‘n’ Roll”.
“I know this one!”
“I think I heard it in your car!”
“Impossible. If this song came on in my car, I would scream and change the channel.”
“Oh, Dad …”
It’s night now, the last night we’ll spend here this time around. Like all last nights, it’s kind of melancholic. We’ve had such fun.