Life in the Slow Lane: Crofton, British Columbia
Yes, there are times when the smell from the pulp mill has me staring accusingly at my dog and checking the bottom of my shoes, but those times are far fewer than I expected. I do sometimes wish there were just a few more amenities in Crofton, or that reliable skilled trades persons were easier to find, but, as with friends, forging new relationships with businesses takes time.
However, the joy of sunrises and sunsets, sea birds and beautiful parks as well as friendly people and helpful neighbours more than compensate for the occasional discomfort of stinky air or the frustrations of less-than-stellar business practices. The flaws of the region are barely noticeable in a landscape so full of beauty, and a community so full of spirit.
I have all I need within a short drive, and there is no end of activities to occupy my time, including farmers’ markets, town parades, arts tours, wine tastings, live theatre and town movie nights. Community events both here and nearby crowd the calendar and there are always deserted trails and unspoiled parkland to explore, where solitude and nature go hand in hand. It is a simple town of good plain folk. No need for manicured nails or carefully groomed lawns here, no keeping up with the Joneses or looking down your nose at a broken fence. It is a “chicken soup” sort of town—ordinary people in an ordinary community, gently simmered into something comforting that warms the heart and lifts the spirit. It is home.
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