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seven sweet potatoes

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

We lingered in Tofino until the early afternoon, taking in all the nature. The long beach slowly became visible as the morning fog lifted, and we spent some time at the Poor visibility on the water quashed our plans to go whale-watching so instead we went to Ucluelet and watched the seals chase fishing boats around in the harbour. Then we went to a salmon hatchery and watched the returning wild salmon preparing to head up the river. A bear came by, then, causing a bit of an urgent moment because he was actually closer to the car where Kenny was sleeping than Mari and I were. We ran back and locked up the car and I took photos. A big item ticked off Mari's west coast to-do list: see a bear!

We headed back along the long twisty mountain road to Nanaimo (the name means "seven sweet potatoes" in Japanese) and spent the afternoon resting at my mum's apartment where I spent three weeks in visa exile in early '06. The weather had turned worse, but we went out for a stroll to see if we could spot any deer (another on Mari's to-do list).