VanRamblings has been traveling to Florencia Bay for more than 40 years.
In the 1960s — when we had returned home from our travels to Lloydminster, Alberta / Saskatchewan; Nelson and Courtenay, where we’d worked respectively as an all-night, evening and afternoon radio announcer (there’s something salutary to be said for being a deejay when you’re just a teenager) — when we found ourselves living in Kitsilano, in an apartment on West 1st Avenue with a gorgeous view of the beach and the mountains in the distance, in the summer we hitchhiked out with friends to the west coast of Vancouver Island, over gravel roads (this was before the Canadian government had designated the area as a national park), to Florencia Bay.
Throughout the 1970s, ’80s and 90s with our spouse and children, and following the skilsmisse, with lovers & intended, friends & acquaintances, and all those who feel about the west coast of Vancouver Island as VanRamblings does and continues to feel to this day, Florencia Bay became our ‘country home‘ to which we return annually, when we are feeling just a tad unmoored, and in need of a little peace and restoration of the soul.
