Blogging. I've been meaning to be doing this. To capture my experience up here. To make me write. To give this whole adventure some meaning, more than anything.
But first, I apologize. These are entirely selfish reasons. If you are reading this, if anyone is reading this, if I ever actually TELL anyone about this, I am so sorry. I am assuming most bloggers detest such a blog as this, ringing of such narcissism. Sorry, Super-Bloggers. Just another navel-gazing over-analytical 20-something woman spillin' her guts. Ick. You can turn back now. I wouldn't hold it against you. Hell, cheers to you! It's taken me months just to get my damn fingers to the keys.
Self-deprecation aside, I need this, and I love that you are along for the ride. For to have an audience, even an imagined one, turns mere expression into art....debatable, I know ("What is 'Art'"??). Basically, I give these words and images to you to do with what you will. It has become not enough to simply live and experience, it is time to share. And that is all the meaning I crave.
The Fort.
March 6th will mark a full calendar year in this place that has become familiar but is not home. It is a strange place. But it is also like any other place. People are good, bad, friendly, rude, inspiring, or walking dead. I am involved in challenging work, consulting on resource development with the local First Nations. I am constantly confronted with the reality of sick, under-resourced communities, cultures of dependency and corruption (I am not just talking about the First Nations), environmental catastrophe, and blinding short-sightedness. Resistance, resistance, resistance, to all things. Some of it good, but some of it inhibiting and exhausting.
Excuse me......today was my first day back to work after a vacation in Maui. Things are bound to look pretty dark after 10 days of this....
It is not all bad, but I find myself aching for home. The coast. The coast. My beloved coast. Where I can jog and canoe and ride my bike all year. Where I can scuba dive then eat all the Noodle Box my belly will hold. Where I can call up some gal-pals and have a Sex and the City and red wine binge. Where I can sit in a cafe all day and drink cup after cup of GOOD coffee, lost in a book. Where I can
find a good book at a lovely little second-hand shop. Where I can visit the sea and just listen to her rush and release. Where I know the plants....where the trees are still green!!
Stop Carly. Stop. Time out. What about the Fort? What's good about the Fort....
My insanely generous and thoughtful landlords/next-door neighbours who have made me feel anything but alone. Every Sunday night. Family dinner. It's chaos with the dogs and cats and grandkids and Thomas the Train (so much Thomas), and there's always too much food and Caesars and laughter. And rent is due whenever I can manage, and my frozen pipes are fixed day-of, and my complimentary TV antenna is installed with much Red-Green-ing without so much as a request from me, and where they share their beloved pets with me because they can see how much I love them.

And they happen to live right in front of the lak
e and plant a garden as generous as them for the summer. Score.
This is my little house:

And how about that ski-hill? 35 bucks a day for the longest T-bar in history, approximately 20 runs and about 1600 vertical feet. Can't be beat.

My friend and co-worker who actually grew up in Duncan! He reminds me
of home, and his wife lets me ride their little horse whenever I want.
Mt. Pope Provincial Park with a summit that permits 360 degree viewing of the surrounding landscape and numerous lakes. I've already hiked it more times than most of the people that grew up here.
The northern lights. Not as often as I'd wish, but a treat all the same.
Skating outside on the Oval under the stars and moon. Just discovered my neighbours cleared and flooded a little patch of ice on the lake. I'll be adding that to this list soon enough.
The fresh air. And the quiet. When there aren't snow-mobilers ripping through your backyard, which is not every night thank god.
The coyotes and the deer and the bears. FYI, you won't see bears here in the winter. Apparently they hibernate. Lazy northern bears.
The lake. Nearly 80km long and 12km at it's widest. It is cold...currently frozen...but opens up the sky and invites the most stunning sunsets I've ever seen. I admit, the Fort is one up on the Coast for sunsets.
Now that I think of it, the Fort isn't so bad after all.
*sigh* Blogging. I feel much better now :)