I’m predisposed to loving anywhere that involves taking a ferry to get to. Pender Island involved two. Ferry biases aside, Pender is perfect. Not exactly the white sandy beaches and diving that I normally associate with beach time, but nothing beats that perfect ocean smell of the pacific. Lots of wildflowers, rocky cliffs dropping into the sea, ferries sailing a few times an hour and kayaking with my mama. Big thanks to our host and guide, Ann, for having us!