We took advantage of a sunny stretch of days to take our second annual āfitness vacationā on the tandem. But first a day on Sandy Island with friends, exploring, chilling (the water was COLD), and catching some zzzzz in the sunā¦
Local Flora and āFawnaā:
[Sand Verbenaā, host to Canadaās only endangered species of mothāthe Sand Verbena Moth, would you believe!]
āMussel Motelā
Unfriendly Residentā¦
Dune Buggy!
Companion.
But enough lazing around. Using Victoria as our launch pad we caught early morning ferries to two Southern Gulf Islands weāve never visited before: Mayne and Saturna.
Care to come along? Weāll do the pedaling. You can enjoy the sightsā¦
Hereās my adventurous Captain, without whom this tour would never have happenedā¦
By definition, exploring means that sometimes you will end up where you least expectedādoing an off road trek on a barely blazed trail to nowhere on a very hot afternoon. But it was an adventure. And it made us quite willing to walk on razor-sharp barnacles at the first opportunity in order to plunge into frigid, murky ocean water!
We did 32 miles of manic riding besides on Mayne Islandāeither UP or DOWN, with little in-between. The nice thing about riding hard is how good the food tastes when you find it. Between the two of us we downed an entire BBQ chicken for lunch, excepting some scraps. Yum!
And that was Day 1.
Saturna was more to our likingācool shady oceanside flat stretches of road, fewer people, lovely views of āMy Country tis of Theeā¦ā just across the waterā¦ (Pictured here is Mt. Baker)
And hereās the happy stokerā¦
ā¦and the view from behindā¦
The restored fog alarm building sits on the windy eastern tip of the island above a snarly junction of watersā¦
This point was sighted and named in 1791: āPunta de Santa Saturninaā by a Spanish naval officer, thus the name of the Island, Saturna. The San Juan Islands are visible from this pointā¦
At last it came time to find the one and only General Store and refuel. It was both pricey and quaint. We tanked up in the sunny comfort of the front porch before checking out one last island road.
We took a breather to stroll around a little graveyard tucked beside the road. I had to take a picture of this stone, my favorite ever! Itās a real gravestone. I love it!
By the end of Day 2 (which included a short ride into downtown Victoria for an evening event which will have to be a blog all its own) we had logged forty-eight miles! Stiff necks, sore seats, but happy souls to have weathered such things together!
Day 3 we stuck closer to town, opting not do the early morning race to the ferry to go island hopping. (We have to save an island or two for another year right?) Instead we cycled up the highway to a park featuring rocks and rushing stream and miles of bike trail (āGalloping Gooseā) fashioned from the old railroad bed, complete with trestle bridges! 
The cool and overcast morning gave way to sunshine just in time to enjoy a refreshing dip in the streamā¦
ā¦before the return trip that made for our biggest day of all: 48.75 miles! And not enough steam to bother rounding it off to 50. We hopped in the van instead and drove to the nearest lake to wash away the dayās heat and sweatā¦ahhhā¦ Thus endeth Day 3.
At some point a ālong weekendā can no longer be called a weekend. So with some reluctance we headed for home on Day 4 squeezing in one last bike ride while parked at the ferry terminal waiting our crossingā¦ Just 19 miles on wide open stretches in the Comox Valley. We pedaled out to scenic Goose Spit.
Taking a dead-end turn enroute back to the ferry, we ended up having to put it in high gear and race to make the ferry! What a hoot!
But the ferry was thereā¦
and we enjoyed our ācruiseā homeā¦
ā¦arriving in time to catch a breath-taking Powell River sunset!
And there you have the highlights of our Second Annual fitness vacation via tandem for a grand total of 147.75 miles (238km) ! Not bad for an old grannyāI tell Jim thatās who āgranny gearsā are made for!
Glad you could ācome alongā with us ( ;
–LS
