I drove to Sechelt on a rainy end of summer day. I found a beautiful hostel in Roberts Creek to stay at: Up the Creek. Today I’ll find someone to boat me home to my cabin. I’m really looking forward to kicking back on the couch with a fire going in the wood stove and a hot beverage beside me. Up there, there is always time. Time to look out at the changing water and just think. Time to carefully read books. Time to take leisurely paddles in my kayak and long walks in the woods. No distractions; just life.
