The Old Country
Last night Chaya suggested we go to the pub at the Saturna Island Pub at the ferry terminal for dinner. She needs a break from constant meal preparation so I said yes.
It is always comforting for me to go somewhere, eat some good food and people watch.
I am very familiar with these island vibes...they appeal to me. Maybe it is because I have experienced a fair amount of island life over the years but for whatever reason the ambience of folks looking out over the ocean, or just relaxing by the water has always inspired me.
I understand these folks deeply, and I don't even have to talk to them to get it. They are my people.
After dinner Rick suggested a little drive around the area. So he took us into Boot Cove a vintage Saturna rural area. There are some camp grounds there, some ancient rusting farm machinery, a few cows lounging along the road, and also a couple of B&B hostels.
We passed the Breezy Bay B&B and also the Saturna Lodge [which will host my sister Marilyn and her husband Doug when they visit us in August]. The whole area is rustic and reminded me of the old country, meaning the places many of us lived before city life in any country you can imagine.
Just come to Saturna to experience it all!!!
We cruised along the road for a while and then exited back onto a main road which got rough pretty quick. This reminded me of the road to Rick's homestead which we travelled on a while back before the stitches on my neck had healed.
That had been a rough ride for all of us, and I was about to suggest we go home when we pulled up at a gated field. The metal gate was old and rickety and out of repair, and Rick got out of the car, took the lid off a plastic garbage bin by the entrance and dipped a small container in there.
In only seconds the hillside was alive with sheep heading down to meet us. For them, this ritual meant a meal. They tried to get out too, and one nearly made it but for Rick and Chaya's quick actions.
I learned a bit later that the sheep were Rick's and just grazing on this land as Rick's property doesn't have enough open grassy areas. The land is a farm inhabited by a woman and her grown daughter who we met at Chaya's on a couple of occasions and Rick has an arrangement with them to host his sheep.
But it is more like family and a lot less like business.
It is always comforting for me to go somewhere, eat some good food and people watch.
I am very familiar with these island vibes...they appeal to me. Maybe it is because I have experienced a fair amount of island life over the years but for whatever reason the ambience of folks looking out over the ocean, or just relaxing by the water has always inspired me.
I understand these folks deeply, and I don't even have to talk to them to get it. They are my people.
After dinner Rick suggested a little drive around the area. So he took us into Boot Cove a vintage Saturna rural area. There are some camp grounds there, some ancient rusting farm machinery, a few cows lounging along the road, and also a couple of B&B hostels.
We passed the Breezy Bay B&B and also the Saturna Lodge [which will host my sister Marilyn and her husband Doug when they visit us in August]. The whole area is rustic and reminded me of the old country, meaning the places many of us lived before city life in any country you can imagine.
Just come to Saturna to experience it all!!!
We cruised along the road for a while and then exited back onto a main road which got rough pretty quick. This reminded me of the road to Rick's homestead which we travelled on a while back before the stitches on my neck had healed.
That had been a rough ride for all of us, and I was about to suggest we go home when we pulled up at a gated field. The metal gate was old and rickety and out of repair, and Rick got out of the car, took the lid off a plastic garbage bin by the entrance and dipped a small container in there.
In only seconds the hillside was alive with sheep heading down to meet us. For them, this ritual meant a meal. They tried to get out too, and one nearly made it but for Rick and Chaya's quick actions.
I learned a bit later that the sheep were Rick's and just grazing on this land as Rick's property doesn't have enough open grassy areas. The land is a farm inhabited by a woman and her grown daughter who we met at Chaya's on a couple of occasions and Rick has an arrangement with them to host his sheep.
But it is more like family and a lot less like business.
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