Few people are more surprised than me that I live in the Pacific Northwest. Some days I look around in amazement, barely able to retrace the winding path that brought me here to this green, damp land of friendly, easygoing people who thrive on all things local and outdoorsy and coffee-fueled and casual.
And I certainly never suspected I’d “vacation” so often in Canada—that I’d get to know North American border-crossing and ferry-travel protocol so well, that I’d be so familiar with the cadence and verbiage of the distinctive way our neighbors to the north speak, that I’d get to have interesting, educational conversations about totem poles and reservations and elementary schools that teach youngsters the languages of their local tribes of American Indian (or First Nation) residents.
I mean, who knew Canada even HAD a Sunshine Coast? I sure didn’t. I do now, though, since that’s where I spent this past weekend with three wonderful chicas.
On a regular basis, I am awed by the beauty out here.
See below for Exhibits A, B, C, etc….
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