Day 2

First full day in Tofino. Woke up to the Pacific Ocean 100 feet from the sliding glass door of my hotel room. Timmy still hadn't gotten here yet so there was no official work to be done and I took the opportunity to explore the beach outside my door. The weather here in November is a perpetual state of being about to rain, but temperature-wise I think it's warmer than Connecticut was when I left. The beach ended within a few minutes of walking and turned into jagged wet black rocks which I felt a little weird scaling in a pair of Vans Half Cabs.





I gotta say, this place is pretty awesome. Screw living like a starving artist (errr... filmmaker). I could totally go for being at a point in my life where I could film a huge project and then retreat to a place like this with some editing equipment and a rented cottage to hole myself up in and edit it all. I should look into booking a hitman now... locking him into a low rate in this shitty economy... with the contract being he's supposed to come after me in 10 years if I'm not living the dream like that at that point. How do you find a hitman anyway? Yellow pages? Ask Jeeves? I bet I could get a stupid low rate if I put out an add in Soldier of Fortune.