This past weekend my friends and I spent the weekend on Pender Island. Living
on Vancouver Island for almost 4 years, it still excites me that I must travel
by boat to leave home. It’s crazy to
think that when I first considered moving to the west coast I had no idea that
the Gulf Islands even existed. And now, having visited many of them, some by
sailboat, I can attest to their magic.
In celebration of my friend Jesse’s birthday, we were
invited to stay in a cabin at The Timbers, a 50-acre property that sits on the
water across from Poet’s Cove. We arrived in the dark, navigating past quiet
cabins, curious as to how such a beautiful place could be ours for an entire
weekend. When I find myself in these places, so wonderful, I think I must be
dreaming.
On our first night the warmth of the wood stove turned our attention to the simplicities of smaller
island life and I concerned myself with preparing a flavorful winter
dinner and reading my book by the fire.
Our days where spent tripping around the Timbers, exploring trails, walking out
to the end of the vast dock and visiting with the sheep. Having the place to
ourselves had turned us into giddy children: playing with sparklers, climbing
up to the top of the tree house and jumping on the trampoline.
As the weekend came to an end, we all agreed, the Timbers is a magical place that we were incredibly lucky to experience.
