Just a foreshadowing: The following few posts will have to do with Salt Spring Island. While I was there doing a course on the island, I had also booked us a week thereafter on a provincial park called Ruckle Park. Halfway through the week, my dad started asking if we could cancel that booking, and move along - he claimed he had seen everything. I bemoaned this fact - I said it's easy to 'see everything' from the drivers seat of a car. Doing 'car tourism' was not my cup of tea, certainly my back and shoulders were complaining about this style of sightseeing. While we were getting out and about, it was also a lot of viewing things from the window. It always felt frantic and rushed, and to me the real magic of exploring happens on foot or on bicycle. Being able to take your time and smell the roses, so to speak. Thankfully I managed to get my way, I had heard so much about Salty I wanted to stay and see a bit of it. I think in the end it was a good thing, it was nice to slow the pace down a little bit. And certainly, Salty is the type of place for that.