i love it to death

This past week i took some time and went to the Island to do some riding and visiting the fam. I rode the Galloping Goose trail out to Sooke for the first time.

So why am I blogging about a nice ride in the woods you ask, big deal Liisa it's a nice trail through the trees, why do you have to write about it?

Well this is the thing...

I have seen many beautiful wonders of nature. From old growth forests to rocky mountains, expansive desserts, tropical blues oceans etc etc etc. And when i stop and catch my breath at these beautiful sites there is one particular thought that doesn't go through my mind that is like the reoccurring one that does when I am in Sooke BC.

And that thought is not only how beautiful and magical it is but it a knowing, a knowing that when i leave this ol earth that i am quickly lit on fire and then become a nice little pot of ashes. And that i want this little pot of Liisa to be spread somewhere in the forests of Sooke.

What i found so interesting is that when i was a kid and spent every summer at the Y camp in Sooke and we did over night hikes into the Sooke hills, this thought went through my mind then. What a strange thing for little Liisa roasting marshmallows singing camp songs to be thinking. But i did.

And then growing up I would swim in the summers at Sooke Potholes, which i kinda always thought was heaven.

This past week when i was riding alone through the trees on the Goose trail, the thought hit me again. I can't explain why this area makes me want to end up here eternally, it just is this crazy strong sense.

So I figured that I would blogg about it in case i never get my shit together enough to write it down anywhere officially.

And you know what, i don't even know if it really matters that it happens. I just think it's kinda cool to feel that way about somewhere.

Perhaps Tourism BC should use this tag line: "Beautiful Sooke BC, the kinda place that makes ya wanna leave your dead self behind".

What can i say, I love it.

liisa

xo