Jake and Tiffany were alone on the driftwood, not a soul else up or down the beach. I asked what brought them here, why tonight. Quite simply, a car; and because they'd just arrived from Saskatoon. They'd driven across two and a half provinces, ending this evening, to be here to see the ocean, to sit at its edge, for the first time in their lives. They would spend that night - a single night - in Victoria, and then turn around and retrace their route home, having satisfied a lifetime dream.
Jake: “I don’t even know what to say. It’s beautiful, it goes so far, there must be all sorts of things living in there.”
Tiffany: “I’m just looking for seashells - I’d like to take some home as a reminder.”