A scant few weeks after Jacob and I began dating we drove out of LA in my old beater car (miss you Max!) for a week of camping. That first trip is still one of our favorites. We stayed in both Joshua Tree and Death Valley, enjoying the wilderness and all the (tiny, deserted) back-roads in between.
Camping to me is synonymous with summer. I’ve lost count of the family trips we took growing up, often, as teenagers, having to be dragged bodily to the car with the dire threat: “You’ll thank me later!” Well, thanks Mom. Even those times spent huddled, miserable, and damp under a tarp with the rain sluicing down around us have been folded into my undying love of camping.
Though this summer has thus far offered a sad dearth of camping opportunities, I am delighted to tell you that on Friday we will be remedying that situation with a trip to Salt Spring Island. Have any of you been? Salt Spring is on of the Gulf Islands, just off the coast of Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Not unlike the San Juans, the Gulf Islands are a veritable playground for us outdoorsy types. Salt Spring was a favorite destination of mine growing up and I can’t wait to visit again. I can’t wait to look up and see nothing but stars at night, can’t wait to wake up with the sun creeping over the ocean. Can’t wait.
Photo by Teemu Saloriutta, via Pinterest