SALT SPRING ISLAND: day 7

Slept like an absolute log. It’s a BEAUT day and the shower bag has heated up nicely on the van’s roof. I had, what could have been, the best shower of my whole life. I like being naked in sunny nature. Maybe I’ll become a nudist. (PSA: The family and kids had left already).

Got the big rug out, read my book, lay in the hammock, macramed a few rows for the net. Isaac did some van admin. He put the goat pic back up that originally came with the van, stapled the fairy lights in (he made the staples by pulling out small nails from a box and then bent each one into shape…). He also made me a necklace from a cool rock he found at Jordan River. He has the patience of a saint. I’ve been a mess, mood swings galore over the last few days. I’m surprised I haven't been dumped, let alone get necklaces made with love and care. 

Followed a little trail through the woods and it led us to the sea front. Hung out there for a while soaking up the views. Had a late lunch, chilled out some more, then packed up and headed to a spot Clover told us about to watch the sunset. 

After all of yesterday’s driving, we really need to get more fuel. Annoyingly the only gas station on the Island (or so we thought with not a soul in sight to ask and no phone signal to check) was closed (5.30pm on a Sunday). So we decided to risk it and just go. The sign at the bottom of the road said 4x4 recommended, we decided to risk that too (unusually risky behaviour for me).

The road was FUCKED. I can not believe we made it to the top. People who drove up in their SUV’s and saw us parked, also couldn’t believe we’d made it to the top. With the roof box making us so top heavy, we would have rolled for sure if I’d been driving.  

So worth it though, the view was insane and the sunset was even better. We sat on a rock and drank wine until the last of the sun had slipped behind the horizon. Went back to the van & played bananagrams. Drank more wine, watched Modern Family, then went to sleep, pretty hammered.