Went ’round to the Wast Coast of Vancouver Island. Delivered the dory I was late on delivering. Oh, Dear God. Tofino has become a tourist haven!
I can’t mention his name, but a well-known personage of the area out there had lined me up with the client for the surf dory I just delivered and I have the full funds in posession, with an additional gratuity of unimagined proportion.
The client told me that the boat is, “So beautiful, I think she needs to be in the house, on display. She’s art.” I respectfully asked him to ask for the assistance of some friends and launch the boat into the sea as soon as feasible, for this was not a vessel meant to hang from the rafters of a massive home.
He told me he’d think about it.
Yet, I am financially set for the forseeable future. With this middling financial security blanket in hand, I attended some meals and social events that were beyond anything I’d ever previously experienced. I have concluded that those people who are the beautiful ones you hear about are in Tofino.
I never knew that the little, raw town and its environs had changed from a beach where a family that had farmed it for a long time and which had goats running across it into the tides – sea goats, in effect! – had been joined by a large number of people who had built large homes all the way out there. What a shock.
That family had some young kids who were the first to surf the area, I think.
I did know that the surf there was famous amongst the best surfers in the world. But, the surf alone is no longer the top attraction. This is a “secret” retreat for the famous. Someone pointed at a house and said, “that’s Brad Pitt’s place.”
I know who he is from his turn as the Irish pikey from the film “Snatch.” God, I love that film. “Ya like daags, do ya?”
I am told this “film colony” is a result of the moving picture industry exploding in Vancouver. There are numerous “Hollywood” types all over the village. That I have stories to tell would be an understatement, but let me say that there are artsy people lingering in Tofino at this time, as I understand that they are up against some sort of labour action by their writers in the States and, thus, presently idled. I was with a large number of these people for a few days as they celebrated the American ‘Thanksgiving’ holiday.
This was just too much for me. It became obvious that I had to leave. I have just arrived back.
However, I am not alone.
I do not even know what to think about all of this, but I have been conscripted by an actress with some sort of issues that are quite complex, while, at the same time, I have been betwitched by her. In this frame of mind, the entranced frame, I mentioned to her that I live in a place where “nobody can bother you.” What a useless mouth I own!
“Just what I need!” she exclaimed. Next thing I know, she says, “excuse, me, Taggs (I told her what those who know me call me), I need to make a couple of calls.” She pulls out a little phone and begins speaking. For the life of me, I remember coming to Tofino not too long ago and there was no phone service at all! Now, she’s on a phone that has no wires and I have no telephone where I live.
Done, apparently, after 30 minutes, she walked back over.
I was standing there talking to another group. She simply grabbed my sleeve and tugged me off, saying, “He’s with me.” I went along with it, being weak and a bog Irish boy in over his head.
There were many things she shared, far more than were appropriate. I was apparently seemingly willing or ready to hear about all of this, in her estimation. The conversation took place at one of these big Tofino homes where I was invited by my influential friend.
This got pretty personal. She was getting to the point where I’d have taken her for a bit of a “toucher,” as my brother would describe it in the Irish vernacular – meaning, she was seemingly after something from me. But, the whole thing went “scon” and somewhat quickly. You can look up the Irish slang on “scon” yourselves.
Therefore, I found myself transported back ’round to Nanimo with this actress along in the truck, her bags in the back. We were deposited in the marina and she stepped aboard Big Boat.
This all happened because I was forthright enough to tell her what I did, who I was and where I was from and, without much warning, she was attached to me and on the boat and we went back up the very, very long way to Blind Channel.
Now, she’s out back in the cabin.
So, I have an American actress with “issues” here taking a hiatus from her issues. She’s been to a “clinic” before, she said. She told me it was all a crock of shite, in so many words. She’s after “real” she said. That, and “peace and quiet.”
“Oh,” my mouth said. “That’s Blind Channel.”
I am the “last clinic,” I suddenly think.
I have sworn to her I’ll never reveal her name. I have sworn to myself to kick my own arse over hill and sea over this.
Yet, I am quite glad for the company. It’s been so damned quiet. We’ll see what happens.