Our second day on Salt Spring dawned sunny and fresh. The tide had slipped away in the night, leaving the dark rocks naked and glistening green with seaweed.
Coffee never tasted so delicious.
After making ourselves decent for public viewing, we wound our way back to town for ice and to see the sights.
The largest town on Salt Spring is Ganges, a friendly, buzzing little metropolis curled round a small marina.
There are several parks scattered about town, with inviting lawns and charming residents.
As it so happened, Saturday was market day and our ears brought us to the music pagoda, complete with dancing hippies. This is an island after all. We hippies love an island.
But even I was surprised by a certain pastime in which three local girls were happily engaged. Chicken tossing. Yes. The three were gently tossing a fluffy, speckled bantam hen from one loving pair of hands to the other. We later learned this hen had been hand-raised as a pet by one of the girls, and enjoyed this as an opportunity to stretch her wings. The things you learn in travel.
The market itself was a joy to behold. Driving the roads of Salt Spring it becomes immediately evident that nearly all the residents have some sort of cottage industry. And here they all were, jostling shoulder to shoulder: baked goods, produce, jewelry, textiles, clothing, art, instruments, and treats.
I pounced upon a savory scone from a wonderfully stocked gluten-free bakery stall. Heaven.
Even the sidewalk graffiti in Canada is friendly.
On the way back to Ruckle, we jumped in one of Salt Spring’s many lakes. We chose Weston Lake, evidently a favorite of the locals, for its seclusion. The water was just on the cool side of warm, clean and deliciously refreshing. The bottom was sandy and lily pads ringed the shore, making me wish I was a frog to sun-bath upon them.
Back at camp, we explored a bit of the park as the afternoon wore on.
Before dinner, we decided to do a bit of evening yoga.
…And to make an advert for the B.C. Ferries.
If you’ve ever been camping, you know that tin foil is your best friend. We wrapped up little bundles to cook over the communal fire, filled with bite-sized pieces of eggplant, sausage, and garlic cloves. We also double wrapped an entire head of garlic and set it to roast right on the coals. On the grill, we roasted a bell pepper and four hatch peppers. Mmmm.
The outside of the garlic ended up a tad over cooked (ahem), but inside it was caramelized and scrumptious.
We emptied our little packets onto a tortillas prepared with goat cheddar, and topped it with one of the fiery hatch peppers.
The bell we stuffed with a soft chevre and devoured on the side.
There is something indelibly magic about washing up in the sea (don’t worry, we use Dr. Bronner’s biodegradable soap).
Deeply relaxed and heavily satiated, we settled back to watch as the sky and sea began to slide through a gradient of soft, subtle pastels.
The twinkling lights of boats and ferries plying back and forth through the channel added interest to the scene.
Our friends the seals even joined us for sunset. Yeah, it’s that black speck in the middle.
A gorgeous end to a wonderful day.
Have a lovely weekend my dears and don’t forget to check back next week for Part 3! Besos!