Spring “Trip”

Kyle and I booked two days off together so that we could go spring camping on Hornby Island. It is a pretty hippieish island, there are no cops on the island and it takes 3 ferries to get there. We parked the truck and hiked up a trail to pitch out tent on a bluff over looking the water. There was beautiful low mossy ground cover and in the moss was so many tiny mushrooms and itty bitty flowers trailing over the side of the cliff.
We had a fire on the beach with some of Kyle’s friends that are living on the island. We left the fire and hiked through the blackness with just a tiny flashlight. It should have been the safest we’ve ever felt but paranoia was begining to set in, ‘the fear’ if you will. I found myself in the tent holding my opinel knife, the truck keys and an extendo bat from Kyle’s truck listening to every sound. I was in a beautiful fairytail forest but I’m not used to being completely in nature and it took some getting used to. It wasn’t animals I was scared of, I kept imagining local bushmen who could sneak up silently and take you in the night. I fell asleep eventually and the morning was beautiful.

The next day we went out in search of farm fresh eggs. We decided to buy from the farmer who advertised organic eggs. It is so nice to be able to get eggs right from the chicken. After breakfast we went to some beaches to play in the tide pools. We used a crow bar to pry some oysters off the rocks and ate them. We spent the rest of the day hiking around the bluffs. I stopped and quieted my thoughts on a bed of moss at the edge of a cliff until an eagle soared over me, it is so quiet on the island that you can hear the birds wings flapping. I took this as a sign that I was ready to go into the forest to find some spring mushrooms. I found some morels.