Excepting Calgary (and that was on business, so it hardly counts), I haven’t left Greater Vancouver for nine months. While this was a refreshing change of pace from our one-trip-a-month routine in Europe, I’m pleased that it’s coming to an end. After attending what promises to be an excellent hockey game against the Avalanche tonight, Julie and I head off for a couple of nights in Tofino at the fantabulous Wickaninnish Inn. Despite the suggestive URL, there will be no pagan rituals.
Tofino and the area that surrounds it is my favourite natural place in the world. It has glorious beauty, and is still relatively unspoiled. My Mom always said that it was the one place that I seemed to have a spiritual connection with.
Due to the recent ferry fracas, we’ll be flying to Nanaimo and renting a car. We don’t have plans to get home, but we’re optimistic that the unions will be
fired and replaced back to work by then.