Sometimes you just need to go on an adventure~
After reading the comments, especially that of Stacy, I wanted to add something. Ferry trips hold a special place in my heart. I grew up in the midwest but visited the west coast of Canada many summers. My grandparents lived in the Gulf Islands and it truly is the place that seems most dreamlike from my childhood. I remember those ferry rides, the smell of the salt, the kelp, the arbutus and evergreen trees. I remember standing on the front deck of the ferry searching the dock for my first glimpse of my Granddad who always came to meet us in his 1960s car. I remember stopping at the general store on the way home from the ferry, I always picked black licorice and coffee ice cream, my brother opting for Archie comics. We would drive up the long steep driveway – Granddad had named it Random Lane- and there my Grannie would be waiting on the big deck with a sweeping view of the ocean. It was heaven, and to be honest, I haven’t been back since my Grandparents passed away many years ago. I had hoped to visit this summer with my family, to share the island with my boys, but upon making some inquiries, I discovered that much had changed, places that meant the most to me were no longer there, and honestly, I don’t know if my heart could take seeing those dear spots missing. Thus, I opted out of visiting and instead visiting the memories of that place, and a simpler time.