This title I could have uttered at numerous moments in the past two weeks. Close to two weeks ago, three amazing friends and I finished our summer job in Skagway, Alaska, packed our belongings and selves into two cars and drove through British Columbia to California.
You stole my heart British Colombia! Your landscape is beautiful, your voice is one of compassion, and your patience is rewarding. I wanted to float in your rivers and lakes, get lost amongst your golden yellow trees, and hike your jagged peaks. You also stole my bike. I was too trusting in our relationship and was hurt. My friends told me not to trust you, but i was naive. Still, may our love affair never end.
You stole my heart all the family we visited along the way! It’s funny, we managed to spend at least one day with each of our families on the drive down. First came Vancouver, then Portland, then Bend, then Chico, and finally Oakland. We were homesick, craving a special dose of family, and at each stop we were treated as such. It was easy to see why I was drawn to these friends in the first place, it was because they were raised in some of the most caring and loving families.
You won’t believe it, but a Seahorse stole my heart in San Francisco. It was a first for me, meeting a Seahorse that is, and I am yearning to learn more. Maybe she will let me and not swim away.
With my only bike stolen in Vancouver, I have been forced to run as a means of daily escape from the hectic world. I have not been having many bicycle adventures lately, and it’s even more difficult without a bike. I almost feel like I should change the title of my blog. When the temperature dropped with dusk, I set out on a run along the lagoon yesterday. My legs felt strong, my lungs managed to hang on, and my thoughts were lost in the pinks and purples of the setting sun. A rabbit darted across the trail in front of me and I about nearly jumped out of my skin. A whole summer running in Alaska with bears and I was never scared as much as I was by a rabbit in San Diego!