I’m closing in on the end of day 7 of this 10-day adventure on Vancouver Island, with Deb from Widow Badass.
Each day has been packed with activity and we drop into bed exhausted each night … and yet trying to squeeze out a blog post about what we’re doing is proving to be a major problem.
How many different ways can I say that the island is beautiful and a paradise for outdoor enthusiasts?
How many photos of questionable quality can I post, trying to show a glimmer of why I love it here?
It would actually be easier in many ways if something went terribly wrong so I’d have a story to tell.
But I got nothing … although I came very close to tossing my camera into the ocean a few days ago. Stupid piece of useless $#@& … but that’s a different story.
For 2 days.
Does that count as blog-worthy drama? Lie to me if you have to.
And everyone has been friendly, and helpful, and kind. No drama anywhere – not even during a pandemic. No one whining about masks. Or lineups.
What’s a blogger to do?!
So that’s it in a nutshell. I’ve got nothing to tell.
Just endless beauty.