I moved to Salt Spring Island exactly one year ago yesterday. I'd been wanting to move here for three years before that, and it took some patience—and a whole lot of wranglin' and finaglin'—to make it happen.
It's a wonderful place to live, mainly because of the people. I have made more friends in one year here than I did in ten years living in Vancouver. It's lovely and abundant when it comes to good old fashioned Nature, with plenty of eagles and owls and snakes and rats, and cougars growling low in the hills. There was a small earthquake in the area the day I moved in, which I took as a good sign.
I'm inspired to write a novel about this place, which would probably open with something like this:
"That'll show the fuckers!" Dave the Blaster shouted as he detonated his BOOM! charge without the usual 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 professional courtesy countdown or even The Reader's Digest 3-2-1 condensed version. "They're Immortals anyway, so no big deal!" How does he know that? I thought, how can he tell the difference? And wouldn't you piss the Immortals off after a certain point if you kept blowing them up? Dave the Blaster seemed to be reading my thoughts. "You think too much, kid, and you're no Richard Feynman. You drink too much, too, like Faulkner. This is Main Street. Get a grip!" He set off another round. "Woo Wee! My first Christmas orgasm!"
Here's some favorite snaps from the past year. I hope you enjoy them—and Happy New Year!