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The Epiphany
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A charming chef at the restaurant, one of those people that you instantly like, always smiling - and composed - generally, which for a chef is rare.
And talking during his brief tenure in hell - what brought him here, about him in general, in specific. Some girl he'd known from high-school, a long time ago, he'd heard she'd moved out here, to the valley, wanted to set things right with her...
I'm a sucker for a good romance and this touched me. At first I'd thought he was gay, so this confused me a bit, but I take people at their word, and this is one of my great failings.
Later it comes out that he is - and I'm curious, I ask how he was intending to set things right with his girlfriend, old girlfriend, but - he had a plan, suffice it to say he wasn't about to straighten himself out for her or go monogamous.
He was made for this area.
Now he's a vegetarian, doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, seldom does drugs, which for the region, the province, is a bit of an anomaly, sobriety in any form out here is rarer than Unicorns or Leprechauns. A lot rarer.
And so I'm grilling him about this - given the neighborhood it's a bit of an anomaly...
He'd had an epiphany, at Shambala a few years before, 1 too many tabs of acid...became a vegetarian, vegan, secluded himself on an island for 10 days to stop smoking, drinking, lost 150 lbs in weight, got his shit together. Got his shit together.
One of the more interesting life stories I've heard, I'm always intrigued by these stories of sudden transformation, thunderbolts, wisdom tossed from the gods, the opening of spirit...
I'm still waiting for mine. Maybe - before things get too dire here, time to break out a few treats and wait for the clouds to part...it's not the place, not by a long shot, that I'd choose to be, but Moses and Jesus both went to the desert and Calgary, after it's fashion, is a desert...
Long Beach
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Tiny blobs of protoplasm, jellyfish, washed up on the beach...
A decaying (and stinky!) harbour seal. Which recalls a few days earlier, walking along the breakwater in Victoria I overheard a little girl asking about a baby seal "sleeping" in the water, bobbing up and down. And the mother's explaining that, yes, it's gone to it's "forever sleep", which was kinda both touching and cheesy at the same time. My kids, I'd a told 'em "There's a baby seal that didn't listen to it's parents...".
Lovelock Fences
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You would almost think the government built these things for the express purpose of collecting old locks. Who starts this custom? Then who decides to continue it? Mysteries upon mysteries...
Anyways, spotted this between Tofino and Port Alberni...
And all the other rubbish hanging from it, bags, bottles, notes, etc, like the Shoe Tree of the Tullameen it's a mystery...
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