There is a folksy charm in the coastal area where I’ve spent
the past seven years. I appreciate it
most in summer when I have time to linger.
While there are almost no homes on the scenic bike or jog toward themill, I go through town whenever I choose to go in the other
direction. One of the routes takes me
takes me past small, family-owned farms that sell their crops at roadside
stands where there is an honor system to paying for what you take. I love that sense of trust.
As I venture into a rural area on the other side of town, remnants
of a hippie lifestyle remain even as people from Vancouver and Alberta move in
and build luxurious waterfront homes. A
few flower stands keep the quaintness intact.
I reach a small jetty where I take in the sea air and
sometimes spot a seal before turning around and heading for home. On my bike, it’s a restorative 30-40
kilometer excursion without interruption from a single stoplight. I can think about everything that’s been on
my mind, but more often, I clear my mind and enjoy the sights and sounds.
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