36 Hours Away

Never underestimate restorative powers of a 36 hour adventure. Demanding nothing more than a window of opportunity, willingness to get off your ass and a mutual resolve to go with the flow. Spontaneous excursion void of itinerary or expectation is a catalyst, one that knows exactly what we need.

Myself and Mr. Notes left Tsawwassen ferry terminal at noon Tuesday – destination, Swartz Bay on Vancouver Island. By 3 pm we’re in our hotel room on Victoria’s inner harbour. Free to do what we pleased, obligations’ release delivered an inexplicable wave of energy.

Mr. Notes

Parliament from the hotel balcony.

Morning must have been notified – on cue, tendrils of sunlight pried sleep from our eyes. Breakfast could wait, our ferry returned to Vancouver at 6 pm. First stop Sooke, or so we thought – a sign for Sooke Potholes sent us off the highway. Who cares about potholes in a river when stumbling upon a clifftop construction site, dreams of a resort abandoned close to a century ago –

Next stop French Beach –

On to Jordan River. Complete with surfers –

Backtrack to Whiffen Spit at Sooke.

Just enough time for a quick pint and dinner in Victoria –

Home by 9 pm on Wednesday with goofy grins and a spring in our step.