one day

Going to Ahousaht is one of the best feelings ever. It’s basically another home of mine. It’s far from where I live actually. The long drive gives me time to think and rest my eyes for a bit. The car I’m usually in is full of people. I sometimes hold a conversation with my aunt on the way there as well, or my uncle, too, anyone really. We can talk about anything, really.

The boat there is about half an hour. If you stand outside of the boat you can smell the salt of the water. The wind just blows your hair back, and makes your eyes squint. It’s like a gigantic fan blowing in your face. The smell of the water fades away as you go quicker. Sometimes a little sprinkle of water gets in the back, so it’s better to wear a rain jacket instead of a sweater.

All of the elders and adults are sitting inside. Comfortable, warm, and talking to fellow friends or relatives of theirs. The engine of the boat is so loud you can’t really hear them, but there is a small window outside on the door. All you can see is people talking and laughing.

When you arrive there you’re constantly surrounded by nature. Trees, animals, water and rocks. Lots of rocks. Some of the way, at least. Houses that are mostly old looking but they’re decent on the inside. My grandfather’s house is a two story house. There’s a ramp you have to go up, and then a set of stairs. The inside is always clean. The kitchen table is tall, brown and can hold at least 6 people. The couches are a beige colour, big, comfortable, and a nice place to relax. The hallways has four different doors. When I visit my grandfather I sleep at the last door to the right. The bedroom is really nice. A comfortable bed, a big window, and a cool dresser of a dark wooden colour, and a mirrour to go along with it.

That is all.