Suitcase Dweller – No Longer!

After four long months of travelling – three in Asia and one in Canada, I can finally say that I have unpacked my suitcase for ‘good’. I am now settled in a tiny apartment in Victoria, that is close to school for Keith, and close to the ocean and some running trails for me. While the last two weeks have been fun, they have definitely been an adjustment as I set up our place, find my way around this impossible to navigate city, and try to figure out just what the heck I’m going to be doing now that I’m here.

In order to help get myself out the door, I thought I’d start blogging about the adventures to be had in the City of Victoria and it’s surrounding areas. While I generally think of myself as an adventurous person, I’ve been having a hard time motivating myself to get out the door – instead I’ve been feeling a bit frozen in my comfortable little home, afraid to venture into the scary outside world. Perhaps this can help other people in Victoria get out and explore their city as well!

This is the truth, right?! At least I guess I'll be testing out the theory!

This is the truth, right?! At least I guess I’ll be testing out the theory!

While this wasn’t my first adventure, I thought it was a good one to start with. I always love starting things on a funny note!

I was out on a run last week, that turned more into a search-for-beach-glass, when I had a bit of an odd experience. I was walking along a small beach near our place, so focused on the small pebbled beach in my search for glass, that I wasn’t really watching where I was stepping. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a log that was right on the edge of the water and decided to step on it. Of course my eyes were still glued to the rocks when I hear and feel a big ssspplllluuuurrrrccchhhh and immediately jump back with a small (ok, big) yelp! I look down at the ‘log’ that I had stepped on, and it turns out it was a dead seal, missing it’s head, just lying there on the beach! I spent about five minutes in a fit of laughter before I had to turn and leave the beach immediately…I think I may have popped the stomach in my ill aimed step and the stench was nauseating.

I know what you’re thinking, “How on earth did you not smell it when you got to the beach?” and to that I can only respond that I just didn’t. It wasn’t really decomposing except for the fact that it’s head wasn’t there and it had a cut on it’s side. I think it might have been hit by a boat prop and then swam to shore to die. The smell only started when I popped the stomach with my foot. I briefly considered taking it home and skinning it (the northerner in me for SURE), but figured I a) wouldn’t be able to stand the smell while I walked the couple km’s home and b) may be breaking the law by doing that, so ran away laughing to hit up another beach for glass instead. I unfortunately didn’t think to get a picture of the seal, but that would just be sad anyways, right?!

Have you ever accidentally happened upon (literally) a dead animal? I want to hear about them! I seem to be accumulating the most random animal stories (as featured here), and can only imagine that there must be many, many more stories out there!

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