Here’s a shot of your itinerant scribe laying a big vibe on said sibling. Getting one back too.




Here’s the signing canopy with the book-selling tent in the background.




Floral bouquets were littered about the setting -- obviously the work
of some benevolent fairy godmother sort of being.



Here’s a shot of the lineup for the talk by the most worthy Naomi Klein.
The next billblog post will be about Naomi Klein’s gig.




The side windows of the 500-seat hall open to the Nature Kingdom.
Does any other writers festival compare? I mean, really.




The only way by car to the Sunshine Coast is via the Langdale Ferry
out of Horseshoe Bay, which is next door to West Vancouver, or one out of Comox further north.
This shot is from the highway leading down to the Langdale dock,
taken as we were leaving the Sunshine Coast. Pinch me.




.... and finally, a shot from the 10:30AM crossing of the Langdale ferry. Pinch. One more time.

The festival has one event at a time and invites only Canadian writers. Several events are sold out in mere hours, so if you’re thinking of coming next year, get onto copping your tix pronto when the sales start. This was my first year; I was a virgin. I am going back for more next year. Enough said.

It’s an experience in which so many elements come together to fill people up, both authors and attendees. The best for all by all is the inevitable result. Thanks Jane, board members, authors, worker bees and volunteers. Thanks Nature. Thanks trees. Thanks water, wind and mountains. You friggin slayed me. My corpus callosum has turned to silly putty.