Waterfalls & Wine at Goldstream
16.06.2008 - 16.06.2008 21 °C
My birthday! How lovely to be in British Columbia! We checked out of the hostel, beer-drenched bag and all, and stopped at the Wildfire Bakery on Quadra St. for a millet pumpkin seed muffin and got some coffee. We found a place to rent a car and drove about 17 km to a place called Goldstream Provincial Park.
At the volunteer center the lady was very, very excited to tell us about the trails we could go on and they even had a camera that showed a nest of barn swallows on the roof! The same birds that trusted Patrice back in Quebec to feed their babies! Anyway, we began the hike and saw some very nice moss and ferns and very interesting tree stumps and a spectacular waterfall.
Everything was very appealing and awe-inspiring, more so than plain old Washington hiking. We stopped at a great viewpoint and had a picnic with our wine, melted cheese, and olives. Yum. At one point, a butterfly landed on me and then we saw a hawk fly over. Amazing!
Then we had to begin our walk back because we didn’t want to be late for the ferry. We had a wonderful time and then returned the car with Patrice walking strangely and I said, “What are you doing?” and he said, “Criss-cross walking!” I almost urinated a little I laughed so hard.
We began the little drive back to Victoria. We got some ice coffee and people watched and walked past the Miniature World and I took a brochure because it looks like the people looking at the mini tableau are Monsters. Gillian and I need to make a pilgrimage there for sure someday. So we milled around the Empress Hotel looking at some old photos and old hotel menus from the 1920s, one for Dr. Rush Salad. Then we stopped to finish our food on the lawn of the Government Buildings and walked to the ferry line.
On the ride back, we were sitting by some old ladies and they asked Patrice to take a picture of them and he said, “Before you get sick, or after?” I realized the Dramamine was only 25 cents so I was like, “uh, why didn’t I take any on the ride here?” So then we thought it would be funny if the Dramamine was 25 cents but the puke bags were 50 cents. Patrice took a bag and wrote “Puke Bag, 50 cents, ask for a discount.” We ate the birthday truffles but they were so melted by this time that we licked them from the wrappers.
Victoria in conclusion: So Patrice learned about the caste system from a graphic novel, he “trows” balls at bunnies to get them to make cute faces, and to sum up his trip he says “Oh, I like Vic-tro-lia!” He's still getting it mixed up with one of his favorite coffee shops in Seattle. A wonderful birthday in a wonderful province. What more could I ask for?