A roller coaster of a day in Paradise

We laughed, we cried, we kicked ass.

Rachelle was out on the deck sipping her coffee when I got up out of bed and noticed the absence of our car in our driveway. "Ummmm... Honey... Have you seen our car?". What followed was a call to the police, the ferry, and a grand tour of the roads of Hornby Island. Usually when a car goes missing it's found near a beach access or a block or two away from the previous night's party, having been borrowed by someone who didn't feel like walking.

We had several parties out looking and in fairly short order I got a page that it had turned up partway up Slade Road. "Thank God", I thought, until we got there to find our beautiful little car had been rolled in the ditch and totaled. All the windows were broken, the roof was caved in, and the body was all mashed up. Rachelle and I both cried a bit, thinking of how well that car has served us... Then we got mad.

Its a pretty small island so someone is going to know something about what happened. As we were standing on the road commiserating our loss, a young woman drove by. She stopped to tell us that there had been a party just down the road from us the previous night. That was all I needed to go to the party house to see what I could find out. Sure enough, there were 2 kids that were pretty banged up who admitted to being in our car last night although they swore that they had no idea it was stolen. Their story was as thin as my patience at that point so I went back to the car to meet the police and send them down to the party house.

This is a house owned by a lovely elderly couple who just happened to arrive at their summer home for their vacation when Rachelle showed up to give the 2 kids at the house an ear full. It's not everyday you arrive at the summer cottage to witness the wrath of a neighbour raining down fiery misery and righteous anger at your grandchildren.... Rachelle filled him in and he was shocked into silence. Poor guy.

Eventually the RCMP were able to round up enough kids who were at the party and eventually got the real story out of them. They have the name of the $#%%@$@ punk who did the thieving and the motherf####r that crashed the car actually turned himself in under pressure from his #$##@ buddies. Both #%#%#@ punks who are being charged with impaired driving and theft live in Courtenay. Thankfully, no local kids were seriously involved.

Then we went for a boat ride with Rob and Amanda where we did some snorkling, cliff jumping, and picnicking on a remote island. Crazy day.