August 9, 2007
We spent the past couple of days with friends who live on St. Mary lake, Salt Spring Island’s largest. This magical spot in British Columbia became the central meeting point for four sets of formerly and presently California couples, each comprised of one usually stable non-musician happily coexisting with one sometimes crazed musician, and all with strong ties to this archipelago: the newly relocated Charles and me from San Juan Island ten miles to the south, another who moved from the Bay area to Salt Spring Island last year, another who were on their way up from Los Angeles to their other home on Quadra Island 150 miles to the north, and our hosts, who have split their time between Los Angeles and Salt Spring for many years.
This photo of the home’s dock floating among the reeds and the lily pads says it all. Although, I suppose it omits the part about the great food and wines, the beautiful time spent sailing and canoeing along the breeze-driven water, the hike above the lake with rewards of multinational vistas (I swear I could see Japan in the far distance) and the stunning blanket of stars and meteors above our heads as we all laid on our backs on the dock on a warm evening. I stared up into infinity, counting satellites and blessings.