First Time

Lilies @ Killarney Lake

Lately, many “first time” things, adventures, and experiences have been brought to my exciting new life on the West Coast. After my trip to Montreal, I decided. When I return to Vancouver, this time it is going to be the new (and better) beginning for me in this city full of surprises.

Some (not all!) of those “firsts” just MUST be listed here:
• Planted my very own tree (I think it’s a larch tree, but to early to tell), a gift from my dear friend Cheryl. And, it is growing (the tree that is)!
• Some really cool design work for some really cool peeps.
• Saw and heard a rattlesnake. The snake was rolled up between the rocks right in one of the tunnels of the Kettle Valley Trail. Up close, but not too close.
• Drove a big Yukon truck and a company van (with a trailer, and a bike rack) through some tough rough gravel roads and trestles of Okanagan Valley’s Myra Canyon and Kettle Railway Trail. Did good!
• Campfire burned marshmallow.
• Killer whales, right out side of the ferry window.
• Saving life of a big hairy crab… I think….
• Photo session of some tasteful picks while sitting on a Harley Davidson bike and wearing an original Harley leather “uniform”: boots, hat, etc. – top to bottom.
• Wine & hot tub… oh, wait! I did this one before.
• Boat ride on the ocean, and then the engine died….hahaha. We survived!
• Laurentians.
• Yummy and fatty Quebecois Poutine, while visiting Mont Tremblant for the Blues Festival.
• Montreal’s best sensational flavorful Schwartz’s smoked meat sandwich, shared with the best friend in a whole world.
• Flew over Montreal in a small aircraft Cessna. One of my long long time dreams came true!
• 2006 World Cup, an Italy Victory Ride through the streets of Montreal.
• Massage, massage, and more massage. I think I may be the most relaxed person in Vancouver right now…
• Fun trip to the Wreck Beach in a Mustang Convertible. And being serenaded, all at the same time 🙂
• Taste of bellini at the Cactus Club Cafe Broadway on Broadway. Do I need to say more!

Depicted Delight

‘Evening View’ – Sointula on 430-2nd Street B&B, Malcolm Island

‘Pink Fence’ – Alert Bay on Fir Street, Cormorant Island

‘Reflection Lilies’ – Chute Lake on the Historic Kettle Valley Railway Trail

‘Veranda’ – Chute Lake Resort on Kettle Valley Railway

Cosy Crocheted Slippers

Best to describe this last few weeks I perhaps should quote my good friend Daniel. We were sitting on a ferry deck of a “Queen of Something This or Other” on our way back from the Malcolm Island and basking in the sun and in Daniel’s wisdom. That’s when he said to me that “my life took the Scenic Road instead of a Highway” i.e. life with my ex was the highway.

Either a motorcycle ride with a new friend, photographing this beautiful world, crazy bike ride down and up a rocky mountain trail, or perhaps just sitting comfortably on a Harley Davidson (and not being really totally naked under all this leather, honest….) or in a hot tub with friends, and you just know that the wind blowing through your hair is a good wind. It amazes me how easy it was to be my strong self again, follow my instinct and enjoy life, and not worry about someone constantly telling how wrong you are in doing the things that you do. I believe that is the same for everybody, that sometimes you just forget who you are for some reason…

I still keep wondering if full time design work is going to be my future here in Vancouver, or even if I am going to stay in Vancouver? I can’t complain so far, but how certain can I be that my luck keeps up? After the trip to the Island I’ve been thinking more and more about my own B&B… Plan, talk to friends, check the resources, do your research girl!

My heart still ache’s from all that ‘broken heart bulshit’ and from the diminished expectation that a loving partner was there for me when I needed him the most… but he was not there at all! It is also my bruised ego that I have to deal with (dishonesty, cheating, and being plain disrespectful, and braking my Yonex graphite shaft three-wood, all that goes somewhere along those lines too), and that’s always a hard one to get over…blah, blah, blah… boy, I hate this…

As the old saying goes – ‘if it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger’ – right? Ok, that is it.