Holidays are too short. Before we knew it we were leaving Uclulet and heading east, then south, back to Victoria.
The rain had returned. We traversed the Island on winding, narrow roads that rose and fell as mountains approached and passed. Returning along almost familiar sights (and sites) presents moments of reflection and the imprinting of events and experiences into memory. We chatted, commented on the gradual change in temperature, accomodated the dog with frequent stops and opportunites to take more pictures.
We were in the rainforest. Even though it was early spring everything was green, there was already the hint of summer growth in the expanding leaf buds and more intense colour that arrives with longer days.
Gradually the temperature did drop to just above the freezing mark. As we ascended the pass we were reminded of what was awaiting us at home. Winter, snow, that white stuff and cold temperatures.
Sunday we surprised my friend, a seminary classmate in Gorden Head (a suburb of Victoria). After worship we began the two day trip home, returning by way of Pine Pass. It was winter again, and work, and home – our own beds, home cooked meals, and a wide open door from the garage into the house (?)!
Notice the very bottom of this photo, in the middle, that is the road we are about to descend to ——->