I don’t know if it’s the fresh air or the time change but it caught up to me by this point. I think I’ve already needed to have a nap in the afternoon each day and when we woke up around 6:30 to head through Vancouver Island, I was dead tired and slept most of the way.
We headed up North into Duncan where we stopped at a farm that the Mustard Seed Food Bank had purchased. It is used for multiple reasons; to store all food being shipped for use in Vancouver Island, to grow food on the farm, and to be a form of rehabilitation center where patrons stay a minimum of a year in a house on the property and work on the farm while receiving the aid they need. I was very impressed with the operation. They don’t have a large operation as of yet but it will turn into something that is self-sustaining which I personally feel is amazing.
We then headed up further North to Chemainus which is a small town which have painted murals all over the place to attract tourists. It was neat to walk through the town but that’s that. Nothing mindblowingly exciting about the place to report on.
He headed back into Duncan where we stopped into a Chiwakan Native area where they had a bunch of totem poles. We started off in the area going to watch a film but something went wrong with the projector so a man came in and said he would give us a tour around the area until it was fixed. This was excellent as there usually aren’t guided tours. He was very insightful and gaves us good stories about the history of the Chiwakan Natives and the stories their totem poles represented. My favourite story (which has inspired a song) is of an old woman who would hunt down children who were out after dark and then would either eat them or burn them. Then in a Hansel and Gretel inspired turn of events, the children manage to burn her. I thought it was an interesting story from their culture.
We got back home and it was a relaxed affair with us munching on some shrimp and hot peperoni, swapping stories and watching Honey Wrestling and the Real Catfight with Troy and Dad. I also chatted with Troy for quite a few hours into the night along with a nice bottle of Crown Royal that Dad had picked up for us while on his Alaskan cruise.