We spent 3 nights in Powell River, staying in a bed and breakfast (photos in the last post on this), and spending time hiking with my friends Janet and Wes. Because we also spent a lot of time just sitting around talking, I took fewer photos than I sometimes do. I did take some of the tiny crabs that just covered the beach in front of the B&B, they were none of them over an inch long. Here's the best one:
Dinner the night we got there was quite a surprise. Our B&B hosts referred us to the Laughing Oyster, near Okeover Arm Provincial Park (and past the turn for Desolation Resort!). I thought the body of water nearby was a lake, but a look at Google Maps says it's just another arm (Okeover Arm, I guess) of the Strait of Georgia. The food was excellent, but we weren't expecting the live classical music concert. There was a small group of musicians - 2 harpists, a cellist, and a singer who was also waiting tables (yes, she usually works there). I think we got the last available table in the place, and we were three feet in front of the harpist. At least one of them was from Brazil, we never quite learned who the group was or where the others came from. We happily put money in the tip jar for them!
The next day we went out for a "short" hike through a Douglas fir forest near Gibson's Beach, and then had dinner and talked.
The day after that, we split up; Janet and I took a leisurely hike part way around Inland Lake, while Wes and Jim did a much more strenuous hike over by Saltery Bay where the ferry is. I got some nice garter snake shots - we walked past a little bank just as the sun came out, and all the garter snakes scrambled out to get warm, saw us, scrambled back in. So we stood still, and after a minute here they came again. One of them sat still long enough for a portrait shot:
It was a very peaceful visit, ending with dinner in a local restaurant. If you'd like to see the rest of the pictures from this stay, here's the link to the gallery:
Around Powell River
Thanks for the pictures. Wesley, who as you know was my old chemistry teacher at NSH in 1964, is still recognizable, though now grey. As am I, with a white mustache to boot. As people get older their ages become less and less relevant. People age at different rates. I think that age is only accurate to, say, 12 years, of how far along we age, individually.
ReplyDeleteI'm just turning 13, so it's all in front of me!
Hah.