I spend the weekend in a cabin in the woods in the outskirts of  Courtenay.
It sounds more romantic than it actually was. The area couldn't decide if it was in town, farm country or pre-industrial park.

The cabin was an old converted barn in the back of badly remodeled  mid century house that doubled as a costume rental company. At night you could hear in the distance the sound of chainsaws, dogs barking and the low rumble of highway 19. The night I took these pictures, there were also the sounds of a house party somewhere beyond a meadow. I swear I picked up the sound of someone being sick.

At night it was impossibly dark and since it got dark at around 4:30, we would create our own entertainment.