We’re having a full on heat wave here in Vancouver. Oh yes…
We got back from cool breezy oceanside Tofino on late on Sunday night, to walk in the door of our apartment and met with a wall of stuffy hot air. And that air has not moved at all. It is hanging out in the low 30’s here – 29′C right now! At 11:00 at night! Egads.
Not that I’m complaining, oh no! It’s glorious, summer at it’s best. Everything, everyone, it all slows down to a great snail pace in this heat. The sirens, noise and hubbub of the city all seem louder, and at moments I imagine I’m sitting in this apartment, SJP style, enduring a hot New York summer evening… Fans blowing and wet towels across my neck. I go on the patio every now and then to dip my feet in the cold bucket of water I have sitting out there.
Enough about the now and present! I have to tell you about that wonderful land to the West.
Tofino… Oh Tofino… We love each other, you see.
It turns out that I can sit for hours and hours, tucked under a rainbow coloured umbrella, watching the infinite waves roll in from the distant magical horizon. On the particularly windy days, when you sit and the sand blows a bit around your legs, and the smell of all things living and dead rise up from the ocean and that deep sea air is stuffed right up into your nose, into your memories- you just get into the groove of “never ending” (waves, water, air, sand…), or at least I managed to. Pretty hardcore, actually.
And I watched Dustin surf his heart out for 8 days in a row, no matter the weather, waves or time. He found his love, too:
We got up one morning to discover the low-low tide had momentarily revealed a whole mess of hidden mysteries. We scrambled up around rocks sticking our noses and eager interest into tide pools and cracks in the rocks. There were things I had never seen before, oh the mystery!
I stopped and looked at Dustin at one point, him stooped over a pile of starfish, shells and other creatures, and had one of those incredible moments of LOVE. It must be the air in Tofino, cause there he was, that curious, funny, sensitive husband of mine, and my heart was over-flowing… He, who is intrigued by the mysteries of the world as much as I am (’Dori! Come look at this!’). And he, who will be holding sweetly onto a mini-version of himself next year when we come to Tofino.
Can’t you just see it? A 6mth old version of him, with those mischevious blue eyes and ‘how could you ever be angry with me’ smile? I’m hooped.
Well, yes, and yes again- it was a good trip. Darn good, with lots of love. A big Tofino thanks to V & A who took us along on the journey and taught us the ways of comfort camping, oh we are fully converted.
So one more pic… This was the last lovely sunset we saw, perfect as usual. Sigh…
Ok, time to take this wiggly belly to bed.