In order to get the rental car back in time, we had to leave Ucluelet before seven thirty on Monday morning (7/5). I had the first driving shift. The road was narrow and winding and I’m prettu sure that at one point, I was the only person who was awake in the car. At another point, Karin claimed that she saw a baby bear by the roadside. I didn’t look though, I was too busy keeping my eyes on the road. My driving school teacher Ivan would have been so proud of me. I still hear him, somewhere in the back of my head, telling me to look in my rearview mirror and to keep a safe distance from the car before me.
Halfway to Victoria, I turned off the highway and stopped at Whiskey Creek Farm. There, I unloaded my green monster backpack and my plastic bag with bagels and tea. I said good bye to the girls and then they drove off in the Dodge. I was alone again. At my new WWOOFing farm. With the chickens picking in the flowerbeds around me.
Me and the Dodge
Katja Malmborg 