That is the interior of the sea plane that took me from Vancouver to Gabriola Island. As the only passenger, I got to sit in front.
I thought the ride would be scary. Instead it was a stroll through the sky. A magical row below the clouds and above the ground, where toy cars drove along toy roads. A rope trailed from the right wing, later used to secure the plane to the dock the way you’d tie up your rowbot.
Gabriola Island is a verdant haven for artists, musicians, writers and others off the coast of B.C. between Vancouver and Vancouver Island. The library is newly rebuilt and I was privileged to be the first author reading there. It was delightful, the library packed with an intelligent and enthusiastic audience. And treats. What can be better than books, talk, and brownies?
Thank you Gabriola Island’s Friends of the Library and Tofino Air!