This past weekend was a long weekend here in Canada and the weather forecast was probably the best it’s been all summer, so we packed the gear and headed to our plot on Gambier Island. Our like-minded neighbours joined us for the first evening and we stayed up late cooking yakitori, onigiri, steak and corn over the campfire. It was the longest, most enjoyable meal we’ve had on the island.
We spent the following day down at the beach playing in the water and doing a little fishing. We came up empty-handed, but we weren’t really expecting anything; the salmon have already begun their journey up the rivers so there is no reason to expect them on a riverless shoreline. So, no fish, but my wife did spot some salal berries, so we picked a few for our breakfast the next day.
The climax of our trip came that night while we were fast asleep and scared the hell out of my wife and I. It started with a loud crackling — like fireworks that are just getting started — followed by a very large thud and the settling of rocks. A tree had fallen in the middle of the perfectly still night, and judging by the sound, it wasn’t very far away. We both had a fitfull sleep that night, but we woke up to another beautiful day and the sad realization that we had to return to the city. Hopefully we’ll get back before winter arrives and begins dumping the Pacific.