Having said that, Tofino and Ucluelet are very nice places to visit, and according to a recent surfing editorial, it’s THE capital for surfing the world over. Now that’s a claim to fame these isolated towns should be proud of having.
Ieda, Jay, and I spent the weekend with about a dozen others at the Surf’s Inn and had a wonderful time exploring the island. Opting to rent a car, we traversed through twisty roads and found ourselves in the arms of mother nature and had a sense of freedom and carefreeness as we drove along. The sun’s rays were beaming with happiness and we couldn’t have been happier ourselves.
With my arm in a sling from the fall I took on Galiano Island a few months ago, I couldn’t head out to try my hand in surfing the roaring tides of the Pacific, but that didn’t stop Jay and Ieda. I paced myself on the beach taking photos of them instead, which I was more than happy to do.
In the evening, all was well except for a small detail that nearly proved fatal for my Canon 40D. Jay and another guest at Surf’s Inn went out to construct a log bench out on the beach, trying to get close to the tide that was going out. Their great intention was to watch the sunset while having the flowing and ebbing tides wash over our bare feet. Our attention was clearly diverted to the sun’s motion as it moved beneath the horizon, casting an orange glow in the sky while its reflection shimmered on the sea, that we failed to notice a rather large wave coming straight at us from the broadside. The four of us sitting on the makeshift log bench was caught by surprise and we all ended up in the water. My camera made contact with some water and sand as well, but was saved from fatality as I held it straight up in the air during the tumble. I, on the other hand, had wet sand in my shoes, socks, and clothing and was drenched on my right side.
On our way back the day after, we stopped by to see the goats on the roof at Coombs while grabbing a bite to eat before sailing home.
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