Tourist in Chemainus

Played tourists all day today.  The plan had been to accomplish more…to figure out the boat a little better, to maybe even strike off on our first adventure at sea so to speak.  However, day didn’t go quite as planned.  The gentleman that’s working on the GPS system didn’t get as far as he’d hoped yesterday, thus was still working on it all today.  As a result, the boat is in a mess and there was no use spending time on any of it until he’s done, and we can carry on independently.  That’ll come.

Instead we went and collected more of the things we think we’re going to want to have on the boat…like a prawn trap, water shoes, a crab caliber.. you know, the important things :)  Then, after dropping things off at the boat and finding we still weren’t going to be able to do more of what we planned, we decided to go and play tourists for a while.

The town of Chemainus is amazing in it’s collection of murals.  We’ve been through town so many times, but have only once taken the time to explore the town.  Today we decided to take the time to do that.  We walked the streets for ages, looking at the many gorgeous murals, carvings and statues celebrating the history of the town and the region.  It was a lovely afternoon. 

When we’d had enough of the heat for another day, we headed for home..well the camper, but it really does feel like home.  All that we need is here under this roof.  It makes me think about all the things that I have in my ‘collection’ of possessions that I could so easily live without, but choose not to do so, even though I continually talk about down sizing.  

A walk out on the breakwater to the old moors, watching the otters playing on a dock that is no longer used by many, watching the boats cruise across the channel between us and Vesuvius, Salt Spring Island and we called it a night.  The end of another day of just following the spirit that moves us.  It’s very, very cool.