This morning found us on the early ferry, bound for Salt Spring. It was perfect weather and we spotted a couple of whales as we left the ferry dock. Or maybe dolphins. OK, they were either tiny whales or big dolphins. At any rate, we were on the island before 8 a.m., stopped at a bakery to pick up fresh coffee and a couple of breakfast buns (clearly marked in English as Sausage, Egg and Cheese, and lo and behold, that's really what they were!). With Bee at the helm, we four-by'd our way straight up a sheer mountain for a breakfast picnic (Mt. Maxwell), laughing merrily as we shot past the signs warning of a rough road ahead, and forbidding recreational vehicles to continue. Bee turned up the tunes as we hit the first of the washboard and mighty moguls, a few wash-outs, a sluce tray and several landslides. Piece of cake. Pedal to the metal, "That's why we have a CRV, right, mom?".
You know what? If we had taken this road trip 15 days ago, I could have skipped my radiation treatments altogether. Because literally? My boobs nearly snapped right off. Up, down, sideways, we rocketed our way to the top of the mountain, coffee spilling out over the cups, water bottles shooting from one side of the car to the other. I stopped trying to chat as my jaw snapped shut and nearly bit my tongue in half. My bladder descended to my knees. I wished with all my might for a motorcycle helmet as my head knocked repeatedly on the roof of the car. I just held on, grimly, with visions of a nauseating IMAX feature in the works, Bee as the executive producer.
But oh, it was worth it. Have a peek at the POD below for the incredible vista that awaited us. It would have rendered me speechless, had my tongue not already been cut in half.
The famed market awaited, after a rapid and equally thrilling descent. Two thumbs up to this fantastic artisan's courtyard, which is showcased next to a beautiful, sparkling harbour and tempted us with unique artistic creations, food and music.
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| Heritage breads |
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| Salt Spring's Cheese Factory
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| Fresh sprouts |
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| Hats and ice cream on a hot day |
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| The highlight of our morning - watching this lovely family |
hahahaha... oh you are so funny.. obviously you did not receive a head injury because your wittiness and writing skills were unharmed and thank god for that…. Oh I can just hear the two of you laughing Haha. Next time be sure to wear a sports bra. Those suckers were designed for that type of terrain they make sure the girls don’t go anywhere. I cant wait for part 2.
ReplyDeleteThe funniest part was that we never admitted to each other how freaked out we were. Never show fear - that's our motto. That way, you can laugh yourself sick about it once you're home safe! Will hit Sears tomorrow for a uni-bra, thanks for the tit.... er... tip!
ReplyDeleteOh my, you two have outdone yourselves in terms of embracing adventures and sweeping any renegade microcells off old lefty and into the universe. Though I giggled while reading your hilarious description, and drooled while viewing the pictures, I felt compelled to place my 'girls' in their own cast-iron sports bra as I proceeded carefully upstairs to bed, ancient memories of my own travels bumping up the Mount Maxwell road in a van some 20 years ago. Hey you two, there should be a T-shirt commemorating your accomplishmment!
ReplyDeleteHard to keep up with your boundless energy in body and spirit. Still working thorugh Chinatown and here comes more!
ReplyDeleteLots of life lessons for me too on the way ( e.g. more wine, coping with fear etc.) Keep it up and continue to enjoy each moment.
Your the greatest !! what a time you are having, and I agree, its like reading a travel blog !! I love it.
ReplyDeleteI think Lisa will be missing you something big time when you come home. I'm sure its been a special time, spending this time together. Anyway Cath, really looking forward to seeing you again, the gym girls miss you !! and I miss my walking partner !! Hugs for now and see you soon. Jenny