Campfire

I smell like campfire. My hair, my skin, and my clothes, are all still emitting an overwhelming aroma, even though I've been back from Tofino for almost a day. I like it though, it reminds me of adventure and of the campfires i grew up with.

The surf trip was great, even though I skipped the surfing part of it, and opted to cook grilled cheese sandwiches and pita pizzas on the beach. It's nice being out there, getting dirty, laughing a lot and just taking a little time to forget microwaves and cell phones. However, for someone who has lived for 18 years in Alaska, my cold tolerance in surprisingly low, and the one thing I would have wished for was some warmer weather. The snow on the beach was a surefire sign I was not going to be getting in the water, and it was hard not to be a little smug as I watched the other surfers shivering in their wetsuits around the campfire.

Vancouver Island is magical, I would love to spend the summer there some day. It feels like home, a really honest, grounded place to live... but then again, I could say the same about Squamish....

But its back to class today, and the 8 page paper that I have had in the back of my mind all weekend needs to be attended to. Not that it should be a chore, I am writing up a proposal for my Democracy and Justice Class for the creation of a community greenhouse, and its super exciting. We have to figure out all the technical things about how it will be governed, budget, etc. and hopefully after the class is over I can start putting the plan into action. I would be so stoked to grow my own vegetables.