It was the last week of our first Canadian tour and our first day-off in 29 days. We aren’t usually impressed by cities in North America, but Victoria was (and still is) an exception. We snuck onto the ferry to get there and stayed with our friends (Caitlin from Slam Dunk and Morgan from Sister Blanche) for a couple days during a festival. We spent those days jumping in lakes, sitting around beach fires, and seeing the friends we had made all across Canada play one more time.
We were the only band from “the States” on the festival and we had forgotten it was “Independence Day” until we saw a bald eagle at this lake and were instantly grateful that we weren’t home, getting hassled by patriotic drunks at the bar we work at. The lyrics were added later and have a much bleaker theme, but the music was written that morning in Victoria, inspired by this magical place with the best and cheapest sushi known to man, psilocybin mushrooms growing on the lawns of condominiums, and sea otters just running around.