This Week

I’ve been taking early morning walks for over a year now. I love that time of day; full of potential and promise. Many times the walks become photo sessions when the lighting is magnificent, and the colour so enchanting, I can’t help myself. And, since my early retirement a few years ago, mornings have become more special, not having to rush out the door at seven a.m. (Really love that I don’t have to jump into my boat and into a dark, wet, November-January storm at seven a.m. anymore!) The early morning is when I feel most introspective, creative, and inspired, my energy is engaged. During my working life I would get up an hour early just so I could have that time to journal and think, and it seemed too soon I was off to the races and a busy day.

It’s also a time I love to be alone, undisturbed, no distractions. I’m married, (30 years!) and it is rude to ignore one’s spouse upon waking. And there is breakfast to make, and dishes to do. Luckily I’m partnered with a lovely man who understands that when I return from my walk, (accompanied now with my four legged companion, Squilly) and before yoga and breakfast, I love to sit bundled up on the front porch with a cup of coffee (yes, it’s been possible to do this all winter on Vancouver Island) and write my morning pages and plan my day. A luxury, I know, and it doesn’t go unappreciated, or is taken for granted.

For this post I’m sharing some photographs from my morning walks. Currently I use an iPhone 8 and I use the edit tool to achieve my interpretation of what I see. Never filters. How many sunrise photos does one need to take? Apparently a lot. Here are a few. It’s been cool to watch the sun’s tracking over the winter too, coming back from far south of me, over the pulp mill Harmac, and moving towards the North end of Gabriola Island, as seen in the bottom right, taken yesterday morning. Happy Easter ~

Kootenay Dogs Life

Into my second week in Kimberley which means I am now dog sitting daughter Roo’s two Rugnuts, a.k.a. her Chihuahuas Dexter and the younger Jackson, (or should it be Jackson the Younger?) while she and CJ take their Babymoon in Puerto Vallarta and while she can still comfortably fly and stand the heat, or at this time of year in Mexico the humidity, which as she texted me yesterday is muggy, muggy, muggy!

The pooches have been very well-behaved contrary to what we were expecting. We braced for LOTS of barking from 2-year-old Jackson being that last year when we were here Bob couldn’t so much as shift in his chair, let alone stand up without Jackson going Baaallistic. Ear splitting barks. The worst kind. Dexter is 8 and has mellowed well. When Roo got him as a pup while working up in Northern Manitoba (not the usual place to find a desert breed!) he was bundled and packed off everywhere she went no matter the weather. He’d be swaddled up warm in a back pack with his head sticking out the top when she went snowshoeing or in a sweater and off leash on spring back country hikes. Turned him into a pretty cool little guy. Jackson still needs work.

We (dogs and I) get out for one long walk or two shorter walks (morning/afternoon) each day on one of the many great walking/hiking trials that are part of the extensive trail system weaving  and winding all over the Kimberley- Marysville mountain area and, oh so conveniently, there is one such trail just outside this door. We only need to walk a few steps that puts us on a wooded path leading into a not too dense pine forest with well-marked trails.

There is also the Trickle Creek Golf Course adjacent to these woods and directly behind the condos and some of these wooded trails meet up with some of the paved paths on the course. The course is closed at the moment so it’s all right to walk it with the dogs, and so many times we’ll start out in through the woods and segue onto the golf course, a great work-out walk by the way due to the very hilly terrain, It’s in the mountains after all! The dogs love it, they get all that nervous energy out of their system. Mostly applies to Jackson.

As a consequence of  the daily hikes, and puffing up the long inclines, I’ve noticed a drastic improvement in my stamina in just this short time. When I first arrived just last week and went on a long walk I was very noticeably winded very quickly, now I notice my breathing isn’t nearly as labored and my legs keep a nice steady gait even up those slopes! Bob says it might be the altitude that was making me winded, and while ascending to  3,670 feet in Kimberley from Vancouvers 269 feet, there may be some affecting circumstances but I would venture isn’t the only reason, being out of shape is. Bless his heart anyway.

Dexter, Let’s go!

Oh and  I should clarify, Jackson is actually a Chihuaweenie or is it Chaweenie? Anyway part Chihuahua, Dachshund and Alarm system.