Our island adventure begins
We ran out of hills. Took days, but finally the road went flat, and we found ourselves near water. Rush hour on a Friday afternoon is not optimal timing, but we carried on, Ahead, a convenient ferry terminal, as an added attraction, so we did the natural thing. We sailed away.
There are restrictions on everything, and we had to remain below. Us and the dog, just like the others. No big deal, as it was sunny and warm and we had al wonderful ninety minute sail to Vancouver Island. Well developed, lush, worth the effort. As for a place to park, the major restriction was that the sites close to the (other) terminal were either full or not accepting new blood.
Sometimes, you have to dare. When we reached the yacht club in Esquimault, their RV compound had empty sites, and their office was closed for the evening. We parked, and the neighbour sized us up and confided that he had been double-charged. For tonight, we were “home, free”.
There are three Canadian provinces that have their capital situated on an island. I can now claim to have visited, and stayed in all three.
So, what did I take away from today. Well, we received advice about an eventual leap across the border, as in, “go for it”. Oregon is recommended, and we should be out of risk from snow storms, wild fires, earthquakes and landslides, floods: just in case, there is a store that sells earthquake supplies on the road into Victoria.
