galiano island trip

WARNING: picture-heavy post.

i went on a three day trip to galiano island, a small islet near vancouver island. takes about an hour by ferry to get to from tsawwassen. here are some week-old piccies that no one cares about.

DAY ONE

7:00pm: ester and i get to the ferry terminal. we doodle in my sketchbook with markers in the departure waiting area. after an hour on the ferry, we arrive on galiano. we find the only taxi driver on the island, and after learning that we have to share the taxi with 3 other guys, a cat and a dog, the taxi driver (whose name was ryan) goes to get the island bus.

the island bus is a rackety, paint-peeling white vehicle the size of a school bus. it smells strongly of wet kayak gear. the road is rough, so i get nausea on the drive, but we got there alright, at about 11pm.

lara's cabin:




denise doing dishes


SALT. PEPPER. mmmmmm


pot brownies: denise was high off her rocker and i was pretty close. i started telling stories about jewish folk stories. right-o.

DAY TWO

1pm: we wake up, eat pasta for breakfast, and spend time looking at the view.


on the verandah table




me, es, rox.


le view


flowery ones: lara
purple ones: roxy
turquoise ones are mine


sketchbooks: me, es, and rox


well-stocked




my markers


ester's purse shit


OUR HIKE EXCURSION TO COON BAY THE SAME DAY




lara




i am h-core (read: stupid) for hiking in pool sandals


the reason why you take tetanus shots: in case you have to jump across an ancient razor-sharp rusted pipe


we're almost at coon bay!


i adore this picture.




ultimate camping item.


four girlies


aaaand we're here.


LUNCH TIME! (by now it is about 5pm)


lara: "pass the munchies"


a primitive substitute for a blister bandage


es and rox


lara has wet boobs.


the water was numblingly freezing. LOVE.


kayaks


i eat daras like you for breakfast
(this is my "pac-man face")


we leave the beach hurriedly, as we need to hike back for an hour before it gets dark


but of course, we get horribly lost off-trail and have to resort to bushwhacking through cliffs. not fun. we had no water, no food, and no warm clothing to last us a night in the forest. yikes.


after half an hour of stranded drama... WE SEE CIVILIZATION. omfg.


war wounds.


yay! a road, a road! we dash to the cabin, away from scary trails


BACK AT THE CABIN

lara shows me her secret hideaway, on her dock, and i witness an amazing cranberry pink coloured sunset. lara and i am silent in awe as we stare at the seascape, then lara opens her mouth:

lara: its so peaceful here. you know jen, when you have your mental breakdown, you should call me and i'll let you come to my cabin.
jen: thanks...... i think.
lara: ... or you can just call me before you have your mental breakdown and i'll make you sane again

WE ARE SUPER AWESOMIE.


it is still and quiet around me


lara


down the steps


rusted pulley?


high tide, cool toes


i could've sat on this dock forever and just contemplate life or something.


the waves are smooth, like the surface of a silk ribbon


but also very supple.




ester with my blanket, and me, with sunset colour on our faces


she loves water






DAY THREE

3pm: we take the sole taxibus on the island to the southern end, to the tiny ferry station


rox and bus in distance


this bus is so ghetto and smells like it too


at an ice cream parlour on the south end: ADORABLE DARA with maple and mango ice creams


my amazing "island deluxe burger"


we're full and lazy after that ginormous greasy meal


lara with her burger.

the trip was relaxing and pretty cool overall. plenty of nifty little anecdotes to tell. hope you enjoyed the pictures. they are on my flickr for your viewing pleasure.

this post was overdue by at least a week.

more posts coming soon. i need to go to fucking bed right now.