So, with a bed and breakfast booked on saltspring island, we ride the 35 minute ferry and ride through fulford harbor in search of the seahorse bnb. Failing to find it, lead us back to ferry terminal where fearless, aka Douglas, headed off on foot. Turns out that the bnb was only a half block up the hill, no sign, and our room had been given to random strangers. Not to be deterred, we rode across the island to meet up with friend John at his boat, scoring the last and nicest room at the only hotel on the island. A great visit over dinner at the oyster at her, walk around the village and we called the day done. So far it is all working out just fine. Weather tomorrow should be good for a boat
