Telegraph Cove, established in 1911 is a quaint boardwalk community 2 1/2 hours north of Campbell River on Vancouver Island. A thriving town, Telegraph Cove was originally a telegraph station. In the 1920's, the town grew to include a salmon saltery and a thriving sawmill. As times changed with the coming of the Depression, the saltery closed with lumber sales becoming the primary business.
During the 1940's, the population of the small town grew requiring the need for bunkhouses, a community hall, a caretaker, a doctor, a post office and a school as well as family residences.
Today Telegraph Cove is active with the influx of fishermen, whale watchers, kayakers and those like ourselves who travel the excellent road. There is however, nothing along the way except a few rest stops but the scenery is inspiring as the road slices through the surrounding mountains and towering trees.
Many of the buildings on the boardwalk are original, offering visitors a glimpse into the fascinating history of the town. Walking past each building one can imagine old time music playing in the community hall and laughing voices floating over the water; men's voices drifting from the bunkhouse as they relax after a hard day of work, and children running along the boardwalk on a sunny day. A 1930 Dodge truck, its cab rusted, sits on the site, forgotten by a long ago owner, a further reminder to visitors of the distant past.
Looking down into the sheltered bay, our thoughts returned to the present with the sight of the new marina and boat slips. Climbing the hill above the small town, the view is spectacular of open waters and passing ships.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Rice Lake in Lynn Canyon
Almost entirely surrounded with mountains and different varieties of trees the lake, upon reaching it after following the trail from Lynn Canyon, is like seeing a mirage in the desert. The forest and sky reflect their beauty in the mirror-like surface of Rice Lake. One does not expect to see so much beauty at the end of the curving uphill hike. The silence of our surroundings was a roar in our ears intersperesed with the occasional splash of fish jumping out of the water, rarely seen except for the rippling effect on the surface of the otherwise smooth lake.
There looked to be secret little coves hidden at various places on the distant shoreline. A kayak to explore would have been wonderful, we thought except it would have spoiled the serene beauty of these peaceful waters. It was a place to relax and to dream and to forget what lies beyond this quiet corner of the world.
There looked to be secret little coves hidden at various places on the distant shoreline. A kayak to explore would have been wonderful, we thought except it would have spoiled the serene beauty of these peaceful waters. It was a place to relax and to dream and to forget what lies beyond this quiet corner of the world.
The Alpine Meadows of Manning Park
As we drove the winding road higher into the clouds, the park was lost below us in the low-hanging mists. Only barely were we able to see the once beautiful green trees now ravished by the pine beetle bug that has taken such a large toll on the trees in the area.
Reaching the summit, and the meadows, the air became crisp with a slight wind blowing from the higher regions. Certain paths only were designated as walking trails so that the fragile flowers growing in the meadow would not be trampled by human feet. But, as everywhere, signs are largely ignored and people do what people want to do.
Following one trail for a short distance, we saw that it meandered through the meadows until it was no longer visible before disappearing into the high hills in the distance. On closer inspection, I'm sure they would have revealed mountainous terrain suitable only for experienced hikers.
Not being such hikers, we reluctantly turned around but the mountain whispered at our backs. We knew there would be much to see had we followed our hearts and continued along the trail.
Reaching the summit, and the meadows, the air became crisp with a slight wind blowing from the higher regions. Certain paths only were designated as walking trails so that the fragile flowers growing in the meadow would not be trampled by human feet. But, as everywhere, signs are largely ignored and people do what people want to do.
Following one trail for a short distance, we saw that it meandered through the meadows until it was no longer visible before disappearing into the high hills in the distance. On closer inspection, I'm sure they would have revealed mountainous terrain suitable only for experienced hikers.
Not being such hikers, we reluctantly turned around but the mountain whispered at our backs. We knew there would be much to see had we followed our hearts and continued along the trail.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Tranquility and Mystery of Smuggler's Cover
There is tranquility in the calm blue waters mirroring clouds that drift like disappearing smoke. The water softly creeps into nooks and crannies, its only sound the swish of ripples lapping at pebbles on the beach. An eagle in a distant tree watches for his next dinner while birds flutter nearby, their voices raised in cheerful song. The breeze, warm on my already sun-bronzed skin, tickles my face like the gentle stroke of an ostrich feather. It is a place so tranquil that my chest constricts with the beauty of it.
But there is mystery also behind every outcropping of rocks that rise from the waters protecting what can't be seen. Clusters of small islands huddle like stepping stones near the edge of the distant shore. What is nature hiding? What has it hidden before human eyes discovered its tranquility and beauty? What is the mystery of Smuggler's Cove?
Popular folklore, considered fact by some and rumor by others, is that the bay was used by Larry "Pig Iron" Kelly to smuggle Chinese labourers from Canada into the United States. Having completed their work on the Canadian Pacific Railway, the Chinese labourers were no longer considered a necessary commodity. Charging one hundred dollars for every man he transported the Captain gave strict orders that no sound was to be made while they were in the bay or the offending party would be dropped to the bottom of the ocean.
The cove was also believed by many to be where bootleg liquor, produced on neighboring Texada Island was taken on board to be smuggled into the United States during the prohibition era.
Whether these stories are true or false, the fact remains that visitors to Smuggler's Cove will feel surrounded by mystery within these sheltered waters. One can almost imagine a ship hovering behind a rock outcropping waiting for its next contraband pick-up. Situated on the south side of the Sechelt Peninsula, the cove is protected by offshore islands and exploration of these islands may offer other mysteries for the adventuresome explorer.
Smuggler's Cove is now a 182 hectare Provincial Marine Park with a 3.5 km round trip trail. There is much to explore and see - rocky shorelines, lagoons, tidal pools and sea cucumbers lying on submerged rocks below the surface of these calm waters. Looking south there is a view of Thormanby Island and Texada Island as well as a spectacular view of Georgia Strait and Welcome Passage.
But there is mystery also behind every outcropping of rocks that rise from the waters protecting what can't be seen. Clusters of small islands huddle like stepping stones near the edge of the distant shore. What is nature hiding? What has it hidden before human eyes discovered its tranquility and beauty? What is the mystery of Smuggler's Cove?
Popular folklore, considered fact by some and rumor by others, is that the bay was used by Larry "Pig Iron" Kelly to smuggle Chinese labourers from Canada into the United States. Having completed their work on the Canadian Pacific Railway, the Chinese labourers were no longer considered a necessary commodity. Charging one hundred dollars for every man he transported the Captain gave strict orders that no sound was to be made while they were in the bay or the offending party would be dropped to the bottom of the ocean.
The cove was also believed by many to be where bootleg liquor, produced on neighboring Texada Island was taken on board to be smuggled into the United States during the prohibition era.
Whether these stories are true or false, the fact remains that visitors to Smuggler's Cove will feel surrounded by mystery within these sheltered waters. One can almost imagine a ship hovering behind a rock outcropping waiting for its next contraband pick-up. Situated on the south side of the Sechelt Peninsula, the cove is protected by offshore islands and exploration of these islands may offer other mysteries for the adventuresome explorer.
Smuggler's Cove is now a 182 hectare Provincial Marine Park with a 3.5 km round trip trail. There is much to explore and see - rocky shorelines, lagoons, tidal pools and sea cucumbers lying on submerged rocks below the surface of these calm waters. Looking south there is a view of Thormanby Island and Texada Island as well as a spectacular view of Georgia Strait and Welcome Passage.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Chemainus, The Little Town That Did
Unwilling to let their town die in 1982, some of the residents came up with the idea of a giant outdoor wall mural in an attempt to breathe life into Chemainus, a small town on Vancouver Island. The mill had kept the town alive for 120 years - it was now closing. They believed in the slogan, "If you say you can do it, you can" and like the Little Red Engine, "I think I can, I think I can" puffing its way to the top, Chemainus has also puffed its way to the top and now enjoys 400,000 - 500,000 visitors annually.
The vision was one of people who refused to be conquered. It was about determination, persistence and belief while the naysayers insisted that turning the town into an outdoor Art Gallery could not, and should not, be done. Thankfully there were people who upon hearing those words, heard only 'should' and 'could'.
We visited Chemainus, 'The Little Town That Did' and were glad we had. In 1982 the people of Chemainus invited internationally-known artists to use the town as their canvas making it the exciting and interesting town it has now become. There are currently more than 35 murals and 12 sculptures depicting the town's history and its people.
Following the yellow and white footprints throughout town, we passed murals relating stories of much of Chemainus' history. The Japanese community is depicted from 1900 to 1942 showing mill workers and fishermen. There are murals of the Chinese 'bull gangs' moving timber as well as murals of sailing vessels, steam trains and workers that were the foundation of Chemainus. There were also murals showing original buildings with long ago scenes. At the entrance to Waterwheel Park, there is a mural with a working waterwheel. And not to be missed are the murals and fabulous sculptures of First Nations People.
In our stroll around the quaint little seaside town, we passed antique stores, boutiques, studios and galleries. Arriving on the beach, we enjoyed the sun and had an ice-cream cone in the interesting flavour of 'moose tracks'. To better enjoy the murals located around town, and really feel as if you have become part of the past, there are horse-drawn carriages.
Although we didn't take advantage of the many other activities that Chemainus offers, there is golfing, boating, fishing, hiking and camping. And for those interested in history, there is the Chemainus Valley Museum and live theatre if you wish to pursue your cultural side.
For a little town that thought it couldn't, it certainly did!
The vision was one of people who refused to be conquered. It was about determination, persistence and belief while the naysayers insisted that turning the town into an outdoor Art Gallery could not, and should not, be done. Thankfully there were people who upon hearing those words, heard only 'should' and 'could'.
We visited Chemainus, 'The Little Town That Did' and were glad we had. In 1982 the people of Chemainus invited internationally-known artists to use the town as their canvas making it the exciting and interesting town it has now become. There are currently more than 35 murals and 12 sculptures depicting the town's history and its people.
Following the yellow and white footprints throughout town, we passed murals relating stories of much of Chemainus' history. The Japanese community is depicted from 1900 to 1942 showing mill workers and fishermen. There are murals of the Chinese 'bull gangs' moving timber as well as murals of sailing vessels, steam trains and workers that were the foundation of Chemainus. There were also murals showing original buildings with long ago scenes. At the entrance to Waterwheel Park, there is a mural with a working waterwheel. And not to be missed are the murals and fabulous sculptures of First Nations People.
In our stroll around the quaint little seaside town, we passed antique stores, boutiques, studios and galleries. Arriving on the beach, we enjoyed the sun and had an ice-cream cone in the interesting flavour of 'moose tracks'. To better enjoy the murals located around town, and really feel as if you have become part of the past, there are horse-drawn carriages.
Although we didn't take advantage of the many other activities that Chemainus offers, there is golfing, boating, fishing, hiking and camping. And for those interested in history, there is the Chemainus Valley Museum and live theatre if you wish to pursue your cultural side.
For a little town that thought it couldn't, it certainly did!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Playing Tourist in Vancouver, B.C.
Making the decision to play 'tourist' in our own 'neck of the woods', we decided that the first place on our list would be a visit to Chinatown. It had many years since either of us had been. It seemed to have expanded in the interim and is now considered to be one of the biggest in the country.
We browsed through produce stores where interesting and unknown items were displayed. Had it not been so cold, we would have spent more time contemplating the various things and perhaps have been enticed into purchasing some of the unknown fruit or vegetables. The grocery stores, where bins of dried fish and seafood were set out on the sidewalk, were also interesting but the carcasses of roasted fowl hanging in the windows gave us cause for thought. Again we passed by deciding we were not quite ready for this type of an experience.
In search of a large round shortbread, remembered from years long past, we went into several bakery shops only to finally emerge with two large almond cookies that were more lunch than snack. Enjoying our outing, we cared not whether crumbs fell down the front of our jackets as we brushed them onto the street like careless children. Other shops with bargains galore, displayed in flea market style, suggested to us that another visit would be forthcoming at some time in the future when a shopping spree would be part of the plan.
Leaving Chinatown, we decided to visit historic Gastown, home of the well-known steam clock. After exploring various stores, we decided to check out 'Storyeum'. This was another exciting adventure but which unfortunately it is no longer in existence.
From there we took the scenic drive through Stanley Park where we sat watching planes lift off the water on their way to Vancouver Island; a tugboat silhouetted against a snow covered mountain with sun bouncing on the water's surface, and the 'lady on the rock' getting ready for her plunge into the wintry waters. At Prospect Point, with light fast fading, it was difficult for picture taking although this was more excuse than fact. With jackets held tightly against the wind, our admiring look from the viewpoint was brief before continuing on to our next and last event of the day.
Entering the restaurant, the warmth caused our cheeks to flush. To go along with the rest of our great day, we were fortunate in finding a table without having made prior reservations. Winding up our wonderful day, where laughs had been many and conversation aplenty, we said a toast to a day well spent and a promise of being 'tourists' again.
We browsed through produce stores where interesting and unknown items were displayed. Had it not been so cold, we would have spent more time contemplating the various things and perhaps have been enticed into purchasing some of the unknown fruit or vegetables. The grocery stores, where bins of dried fish and seafood were set out on the sidewalk, were also interesting but the carcasses of roasted fowl hanging in the windows gave us cause for thought. Again we passed by deciding we were not quite ready for this type of an experience.
In search of a large round shortbread, remembered from years long past, we went into several bakery shops only to finally emerge with two large almond cookies that were more lunch than snack. Enjoying our outing, we cared not whether crumbs fell down the front of our jackets as we brushed them onto the street like careless children. Other shops with bargains galore, displayed in flea market style, suggested to us that another visit would be forthcoming at some time in the future when a shopping spree would be part of the plan.
Leaving Chinatown, we decided to visit historic Gastown, home of the well-known steam clock. After exploring various stores, we decided to check out 'Storyeum'. This was another exciting adventure but which unfortunately it is no longer in existence.
From there we took the scenic drive through Stanley Park where we sat watching planes lift off the water on their way to Vancouver Island; a tugboat silhouetted against a snow covered mountain with sun bouncing on the water's surface, and the 'lady on the rock' getting ready for her plunge into the wintry waters. At Prospect Point, with light fast fading, it was difficult for picture taking although this was more excuse than fact. With jackets held tightly against the wind, our admiring look from the viewpoint was brief before continuing on to our next and last event of the day.
Entering the restaurant, the warmth caused our cheeks to flush. To go along with the rest of our great day, we were fortunate in finding a table without having made prior reservations. Winding up our wonderful day, where laughs had been many and conversation aplenty, we said a toast to a day well spent and a promise of being 'tourists' again.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Gold River, B.C. - A Bruised Nose and Stubbed Toes
Gold River, gateway to Nootka Sound was, until recently, home to Luna the whale. Once we reached this small town, we headed straight for the deep sea harbour which is beautiful and interesting. We were happy to be able to see the MV Uchuck III which travels twice a week, carrying passengers and freight, to the remote settlements of Friendly Cove, a national historic site, Tahsis, Zeballos and Kyoquot along the coast.
Gold River is also considered 'The Cave Capital of Canada'. Upana Caves in particular are easily accessible and safe for notices who wish to enjoy the sport of spelunking. Not being into spelunking ourselves, we discovered there are various skill levels of trails throughout Strathcona Park where a hiker, or a stroller, can enjoy the sight of bald eagles, deer and mountain views.
Spending a good part of the day happily exploring some of the areas we had chosen to visit, it was six o'clock before we realized that it was time to find a campground before darkness was upon us.
Almost missing the sign, faded and nearly obliterated from age and weather, we pulled into what appeared to be an empty campsite. What luck we thought when camp spots are so difficult to find in the busy summer season. All was not as one would have expected though. Picnic tables were covered with moss, payment was on the honor system using damp envelopes which were to be put into a bolted, rusted metal box. Outhouses were devoid of toilet paper and the locks were long since useable. Firewood was damp wood we found amongst the trees surrounding our site. The water pumps had signs posted warning users to boil water for a minimum of two hours but were lacking the water to boil. Finding a site with the least moss on the picnic table, on the river side, we decided to set up camp. We were delighted with the thought of our enjoyment at the sound of rushing waters while we slept. This, we felt was going to be an enjoyable experience - but it was only the beginning.
But first things first! Because of the multitude of flying creatures, I pushed all the buttons in our van looking for the right one to put up the windows so we wouldn't be bothered while we were sleeping. Next I slammed the door against those pesky insects. Then we gathered wood for the fire and set up the camp chairs. Then it was time to start dinner so back to the van for the stove and cooler. Locked! Everything was securely locked; with the keys safely in the ignition.
"You didn't," he tried valiantly not to glare at me but didn't quite succeed.
I had an uncontrollable urge to laugh but was clever enough to know that this was not the time, nor the place, to remind him what a great sense of humor I have. I tried a smile. The smile didn't work and neither did his cell phone.
"I'll bet we'll laugh about this tomorrow," I suggested.
"It isn't tomorrow," he retorted.
"Are you feeling a little bit out of sorts today?" I asked.
Fortunately for me there was the sound of a car. "We have a little problem," I called as they approached our campsite.
A nice young couple got out, pierced and tattooed, with beautifully coloured florescent hair. "I've had that problem myself," he explained as he pulled out a key chain full of keys. Trying Chevrolet, Ford, Toyota and Honda keys, he was finally able to open the door of our Blazer with a Volkswagon key. How happy I was that they were staying at our campground.
Later in the evening sitting around our crackling campfire, I marveled at our luck of the only other people in the campsite having a key that worked in our car. The look I received does not bear explaining.
Ignoring the look, I pointed out that there were flashlights moving along on the rocks beside the river. Suddenly there was a loud blast. The sound vibrated up the banks of the river at our feet, seeming to last for many minutes before utter silence.
In our rush to the van, we collided and tripping over wet firewood I bruised my nose and stubbed my toes. With a minimum of discussion, we decided that an early night was just what we needed to enjoy the sounds of the river from the comfort of our mosquito-free van.
Leaving the campsite the following morning, we waved to the nice young couple. Deciding not to wonder what the young man did for a living or what caused the loud blast of the night before, we concentrated on when we would take a trip on the MV Uchuck III to some of the remote coastal villages of Vancouver Island
Gold River is also considered 'The Cave Capital of Canada'. Upana Caves in particular are easily accessible and safe for notices who wish to enjoy the sport of spelunking. Not being into spelunking ourselves, we discovered there are various skill levels of trails throughout Strathcona Park where a hiker, or a stroller, can enjoy the sight of bald eagles, deer and mountain views.
Spending a good part of the day happily exploring some of the areas we had chosen to visit, it was six o'clock before we realized that it was time to find a campground before darkness was upon us.
Almost missing the sign, faded and nearly obliterated from age and weather, we pulled into what appeared to be an empty campsite. What luck we thought when camp spots are so difficult to find in the busy summer season. All was not as one would have expected though. Picnic tables were covered with moss, payment was on the honor system using damp envelopes which were to be put into a bolted, rusted metal box. Outhouses were devoid of toilet paper and the locks were long since useable. Firewood was damp wood we found amongst the trees surrounding our site. The water pumps had signs posted warning users to boil water for a minimum of two hours but were lacking the water to boil. Finding a site with the least moss on the picnic table, on the river side, we decided to set up camp. We were delighted with the thought of our enjoyment at the sound of rushing waters while we slept. This, we felt was going to be an enjoyable experience - but it was only the beginning.
But first things first! Because of the multitude of flying creatures, I pushed all the buttons in our van looking for the right one to put up the windows so we wouldn't be bothered while we were sleeping. Next I slammed the door against those pesky insects. Then we gathered wood for the fire and set up the camp chairs. Then it was time to start dinner so back to the van for the stove and cooler. Locked! Everything was securely locked; with the keys safely in the ignition.
"You didn't," he tried valiantly not to glare at me but didn't quite succeed.
I had an uncontrollable urge to laugh but was clever enough to know that this was not the time, nor the place, to remind him what a great sense of humor I have. I tried a smile. The smile didn't work and neither did his cell phone.
"I'll bet we'll laugh about this tomorrow," I suggested.
"It isn't tomorrow," he retorted.
"Are you feeling a little bit out of sorts today?" I asked.
Fortunately for me there was the sound of a car. "We have a little problem," I called as they approached our campsite.
A nice young couple got out, pierced and tattooed, with beautifully coloured florescent hair. "I've had that problem myself," he explained as he pulled out a key chain full of keys. Trying Chevrolet, Ford, Toyota and Honda keys, he was finally able to open the door of our Blazer with a Volkswagon key. How happy I was that they were staying at our campground.
Later in the evening sitting around our crackling campfire, I marveled at our luck of the only other people in the campsite having a key that worked in our car. The look I received does not bear explaining.
Ignoring the look, I pointed out that there were flashlights moving along on the rocks beside the river. Suddenly there was a loud blast. The sound vibrated up the banks of the river at our feet, seeming to last for many minutes before utter silence.
In our rush to the van, we collided and tripping over wet firewood I bruised my nose and stubbed my toes. With a minimum of discussion, we decided that an early night was just what we needed to enjoy the sounds of the river from the comfort of our mosquito-free van.
Leaving the campsite the following morning, we waved to the nice young couple. Deciding not to wonder what the young man did for a living or what caused the loud blast of the night before, we concentrated on when we would take a trip on the MV Uchuck III to some of the remote coastal villages of Vancouver Island
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Derby Reach, Langley, B.C.
Trying to get one more camping trip in before the cold weather hit us, we packed up and left our home on the banks of the Fraser River where huge ships, barges and tugs are our daily entertainment.
"Where did you go?" my brother asked.
"To Derby Reach in Fort Langley," I told him.
"Why would you want to camp half an hour away from where you live when you can be more comfortable at home?"
"Well, we can sit beside the river and watch the lights dance on the water."
"You LIVE beside the river and you see lights dancing on it all the time."
"And," I logically continued, "we were able to sit beside a fire pit in the evening and roast marshmallows."
"But you have a fire pit in your own back yard that you can sit beside."
"Well this way, we can enjoy all that fresh air."
"No fresh air at home, eh?"
"But there is a huge difference! The fog surrounded us in the morning, wrapping itself around us so we felt like we were in a sheltered cocoon. All the outside sounds were muffled as if we had cotton batting in our ears. And we were able to snuggle inside the van with moisture streaming down the inside of the windows."
"That's fun?"
Ignoring his cranky reply, I continued, "And then when we got up, we were able to make our breakfast in the fog with the sounds of the foghorns beside us. Have you ever done that?"
"Can't imagine why I would want to," he replied.
"where is your sense of adventure?"
"Cooking breakfast in a wet, damp fog is not my idea of adventure," he retorted.
"What about the challenge?" I asked.
"My golf games are challenge enough. What did you get out of your experience?"
"That was the most wonderful part of it all," I told him. "As the fog began to lift, we could see all the beautiful colours of autumn across the river. And behind us, as the fog dissipated and the sun began to shine through the trees, we were reminded that camping is more than just camping. It is about being out in nature and enjoying what we would otherwise never see had we stayed home. It is about appreciating those things that cost so little but are worth so much."
My brother nodded his head thoughtfully. "Maybe next time you go camping, I'll come along with you."
"Where did you go?" my brother asked.
"To Derby Reach in Fort Langley," I told him.
"Why would you want to camp half an hour away from where you live when you can be more comfortable at home?"
"Well, we can sit beside the river and watch the lights dance on the water."
"You LIVE beside the river and you see lights dancing on it all the time."
"And," I logically continued, "we were able to sit beside a fire pit in the evening and roast marshmallows."
"But you have a fire pit in your own back yard that you can sit beside."
"Well this way, we can enjoy all that fresh air."
"No fresh air at home, eh?"
"But there is a huge difference! The fog surrounded us in the morning, wrapping itself around us so we felt like we were in a sheltered cocoon. All the outside sounds were muffled as if we had cotton batting in our ears. And we were able to snuggle inside the van with moisture streaming down the inside of the windows."
"That's fun?"
Ignoring his cranky reply, I continued, "And then when we got up, we were able to make our breakfast in the fog with the sounds of the foghorns beside us. Have you ever done that?"
"Can't imagine why I would want to," he replied.
"where is your sense of adventure?"
"Cooking breakfast in a wet, damp fog is not my idea of adventure," he retorted.
"What about the challenge?" I asked.
"My golf games are challenge enough. What did you get out of your experience?"
"That was the most wonderful part of it all," I told him. "As the fog began to lift, we could see all the beautiful colours of autumn across the river. And behind us, as the fog dissipated and the sun began to shine through the trees, we were reminded that camping is more than just camping. It is about being out in nature and enjoying what we would otherwise never see had we stayed home. It is about appreciating those things that cost so little but are worth so much."
My brother nodded his head thoughtfully. "Maybe next time you go camping, I'll come along with you."
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Gabriola Island
Gabriola Island, one of the gulf islands dotting the western coastline, is our annual getaway destination, eagerly looked forward to by the whole family. There are few other places that could surpass its beauty with sandstone beaches and interesting shorelines. When we walk the beaches, we see an abundance of starfish, jellyfish, anemones and sea otter and seals often make their way onto the beach to sunbathe or vie for our attention.
Setting up chairs at waters edge, we enjoy the tranquility of waves lapping at our feet and the ocean sounds of seagulls and oyster catchers. There are spectacular views of ships and pleasure craft and the spirit-lifting beauty of sun glistening on gentle waves; and in the evenings, the sunsets are spectacular.
There is much to see and enjoy on this enchanted island. One of the interests is False Narrows, a narrow channel running between Mudge Island and Gabriola. When walking on Brickyard Beach, in this area, we are still able to see the remains of a brickyard that operated from 1895 to 1945.
We often visited Malaspina Galleries, a rare geological feature. The 'gallery' has been carved into the soft sandstone with hundreds of years of high tides. Unfortunately, the last time we were there, there was no admittance to the galleries because of the danger of the overhang.
Lighthouse Point is another wonderful place to visit. When we are there we can feel the power of nature as the wind is usually brisk at that end of the island.
Unlike some of the other gulf islands, many of the beaches are accessible allowing for shoreline hikes when the tide is low. Twin Beaches is another great place to visit where the shores are sandy and the unique shells are many and interesting. There are a few picnic tables and, in some areas, trees shelter the sandy beach for respite from the sun.
Several parks on the island have developed easy walking woodland trails often ending on the beach. Old logging roads and country roads heading inland are also interesting because of the many groves of Garry oaks and Arbutus trees.
Drumbeg Park is a beautiful spot that is never crowded. The easy, open walking trails led us through a grove of Garry oaks, across sandstone beaches and over a grassy hill where we were able to enjoy a beautiful view of the channel and the group of islands beyond.
On Saturday mornings we visit the Farmers' Market where crafts, homemade jams and home-grown produce are for sale. There is also the annual Sand Castle Exhibit where any family or group can participate for the cost of a non-perishable food donation to the food bank as an entrance fee. There is the annual Salmon Barbeque, the annual 'Beat the Heat Summer Fest' at Silva Bay with a non-marine boat race that is as much fun for the observers as it is for the participants; and the annual Concert On the Green. We have attended and enjoyed all of these events while we've been there.
As guests of this beautiful island, we enjoy the laid-back lifestyle where there is no expectation to rush anywhere even though we take advantage of the many opportunities the island has to offer. For us, Gabriola Island seems to have it all.
Setting up chairs at waters edge, we enjoy the tranquility of waves lapping at our feet and the ocean sounds of seagulls and oyster catchers. There are spectacular views of ships and pleasure craft and the spirit-lifting beauty of sun glistening on gentle waves; and in the evenings, the sunsets are spectacular.
There is much to see and enjoy on this enchanted island. One of the interests is False Narrows, a narrow channel running between Mudge Island and Gabriola. When walking on Brickyard Beach, in this area, we are still able to see the remains of a brickyard that operated from 1895 to 1945.
We often visited Malaspina Galleries, a rare geological feature. The 'gallery' has been carved into the soft sandstone with hundreds of years of high tides. Unfortunately, the last time we were there, there was no admittance to the galleries because of the danger of the overhang.
Lighthouse Point is another wonderful place to visit. When we are there we can feel the power of nature as the wind is usually brisk at that end of the island.
Unlike some of the other gulf islands, many of the beaches are accessible allowing for shoreline hikes when the tide is low. Twin Beaches is another great place to visit where the shores are sandy and the unique shells are many and interesting. There are a few picnic tables and, in some areas, trees shelter the sandy beach for respite from the sun.
Several parks on the island have developed easy walking woodland trails often ending on the beach. Old logging roads and country roads heading inland are also interesting because of the many groves of Garry oaks and Arbutus trees.
Drumbeg Park is a beautiful spot that is never crowded. The easy, open walking trails led us through a grove of Garry oaks, across sandstone beaches and over a grassy hill where we were able to enjoy a beautiful view of the channel and the group of islands beyond.
On Saturday mornings we visit the Farmers' Market where crafts, homemade jams and home-grown produce are for sale. There is also the annual Sand Castle Exhibit where any family or group can participate for the cost of a non-perishable food donation to the food bank as an entrance fee. There is the annual Salmon Barbeque, the annual 'Beat the Heat Summer Fest' at Silva Bay with a non-marine boat race that is as much fun for the observers as it is for the participants; and the annual Concert On the Green. We have attended and enjoyed all of these events while we've been there.
As guests of this beautiful island, we enjoy the laid-back lifestyle where there is no expectation to rush anywhere even though we take advantage of the many opportunities the island has to offer. For us, Gabriola Island seems to have it all.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Barnston Island - An Island Lost in Time
Peering between scattered trees, we watched log booms slowly drift by on the Fraser River. From an island that is predominantly farm land, we were able to watch industry and commerce as tugs and ships of various sizes traveled the river.
The picnic spot where we had chosen to lunch gave us a good view of the river and of Surrey beyond, appearing to be undeveloped from where we stood. We knew this was not the case because we had just taken the barge/tug across from that thriving city.
On Barnston Island sheep and horses graze in lush green pastures and snow peaked mountains are a backdrop to this comforting and welcoming scene. Dogs barked lazily in the distance and a cat meandered across the road to welcome us. Plump ripe blackbetties grew abundantly beside the road ready for the picking. Native islanders waved a passing greeting to us as we walked the road beside their farms and children smiled without fear or curiosity.
On Barnston Island one takes a step back in time. Farming is a way of life existing in few other places. Neighbours are neighbours in the truest sense of the word. People care and life is home and it's a place where children can still be children.
Part of the quaint charm, the laid-back feeling and the excitement of a visit to this small island seems to come with the barge/tug mode of travel. On our trip, as we struggled out of our car with stroller and child before walking on, a friendly voice called, "Don't rush, we'll wait for you."
The island, barely three miles square, is perfect for even young children to walk or bicycle around. The crossing can be reached by going east on Highway 1, exiting at 176th Street and traveling north to 104th Avenue and then right a very short distance to the 'ferry', then a five minute trip across Paron's Channel and you've arrived.
A visit to Barnston Island is a great day adventure and hopefully for those on Barnston Island this seemingly idyllic way of life remains.
The picnic spot where we had chosen to lunch gave us a good view of the river and of Surrey beyond, appearing to be undeveloped from where we stood. We knew this was not the case because we had just taken the barge/tug across from that thriving city.
On Barnston Island sheep and horses graze in lush green pastures and snow peaked mountains are a backdrop to this comforting and welcoming scene. Dogs barked lazily in the distance and a cat meandered across the road to welcome us. Plump ripe blackbetties grew abundantly beside the road ready for the picking. Native islanders waved a passing greeting to us as we walked the road beside their farms and children smiled without fear or curiosity.
On Barnston Island one takes a step back in time. Farming is a way of life existing in few other places. Neighbours are neighbours in the truest sense of the word. People care and life is home and it's a place where children can still be children.
Part of the quaint charm, the laid-back feeling and the excitement of a visit to this small island seems to come with the barge/tug mode of travel. On our trip, as we struggled out of our car with stroller and child before walking on, a friendly voice called, "Don't rush, we'll wait for you."
The island, barely three miles square, is perfect for even young children to walk or bicycle around. The crossing can be reached by going east on Highway 1, exiting at 176th Street and traveling north to 104th Avenue and then right a very short distance to the 'ferry', then a five minute trip across Paron's Channel and you've arrived.
A visit to Barnston Island is a great day adventure and hopefully for those on Barnston Island this seemingly idyllic way of life remains.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
We're skipping into Spring - if only the snow would stop.
Winter
Winter has a nice quiet beauty,
Of garden work, there is no duty.
A short walk in the white outoors,
Or sit quietly by a fire that roars.
Spring
Spring is here, the world is green,
Fluffy clouds, robins and flowers can be seen.
We go for a walk and smell the fresh earth,
The sun is shining, there's been a rebirth.
We breathe in deeply of the sweet air,
And stride off briskly without a care.
Fun Things To Do On Spring Break
Arts Umbrella on Granville Island in Vancouver is a creative experience in textures and colours. There is everything from paper mache to painting, photography and jewellery making as well as music and dance lessons.
Imax Theatre at Canada Place in Vancouver has a five storey high screen with digital sound and 3-D presentations.
Omnimax Theatre and Science World in Vancouver on Terminal and Quebec. An average visit to Science World is about two or three hours.
Vancouver Maritime Museum on Ogden Avenue in Vancouver. You will learn about the fur-trading era of the Hudson's Bay Co. in the 1800's; see the R.C.M.P. St. Roche ship that traversed the arctic and the Children's Mainteance Discovery Centre.
Fort Langley National Historic Site. Fort Langley is the 'birthplace of British Columbia'. The Fort was built in 1827 to serve the needs of the Hudson's Bay Company for export of salmon, fur and agricultural products. In 1858 the Fort witnessed the arrival of 30,000 prospectors searching for gold.
Vancouver Museum and H.R. MacMillan Planetarium on Chestnut Street in Vancouver. The Museum features exhibits from around the world. The Planetarium has astronomy, laser light shows and special events.
Vancouver Zoological Centre on 264th Street in Aldergrove, B.C. The park is situated on 120 acres and features over 840 animals and 115 species.
George Reiffel Bird Sanctuary on Westham Island west of Ladner. This 345 hectare sanctuary has paths you can follow around ponds and through marsh areas and there are concealed viewing platforms. The round trip is 4.6 km (2.8 miles). If you wish to take your lunch, there is a picnic area.
Winter
Winter has a nice quiet beauty,
Of garden work, there is no duty.
A short walk in the white outoors,
Or sit quietly by a fire that roars.
Spring
Spring is here, the world is green,
Fluffy clouds, robins and flowers can be seen.
We go for a walk and smell the fresh earth,
The sun is shining, there's been a rebirth.
We breathe in deeply of the sweet air,
And stride off briskly without a care.
Fun Things To Do On Spring Break
Arts Umbrella on Granville Island in Vancouver is a creative experience in textures and colours. There is everything from paper mache to painting, photography and jewellery making as well as music and dance lessons.
Imax Theatre at Canada Place in Vancouver has a five storey high screen with digital sound and 3-D presentations.
Omnimax Theatre and Science World in Vancouver on Terminal and Quebec. An average visit to Science World is about two or three hours.
Vancouver Maritime Museum on Ogden Avenue in Vancouver. You will learn about the fur-trading era of the Hudson's Bay Co. in the 1800's; see the R.C.M.P. St. Roche ship that traversed the arctic and the Children's Mainteance Discovery Centre.
Fort Langley National Historic Site. Fort Langley is the 'birthplace of British Columbia'. The Fort was built in 1827 to serve the needs of the Hudson's Bay Company for export of salmon, fur and agricultural products. In 1858 the Fort witnessed the arrival of 30,000 prospectors searching for gold.
Vancouver Museum and H.R. MacMillan Planetarium on Chestnut Street in Vancouver. The Museum features exhibits from around the world. The Planetarium has astronomy, laser light shows and special events.
Vancouver Zoological Centre on 264th Street in Aldergrove, B.C. The park is situated on 120 acres and features over 840 animals and 115 species.
George Reiffel Bird Sanctuary on Westham Island west of Ladner. This 345 hectare sanctuary has paths you can follow around ponds and through marsh areas and there are concealed viewing platforms. The round trip is 4.6 km (2.8 miles). If you wish to take your lunch, there is a picnic area.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Things To Do With Young Children
- Take a 'What Do We See' walk. On this walk, whether it is down a street, through a park or to the beach, the object is to look at the surroundings, listen to the sounds, smell the different scents, touch flowers, leaves, rocks, etc., and determine textures. Talk with the child while you are walking to be aware of what he is seeing, smelling, hearing and feeling. While you are walking with the child, ask questions that will spark his curiosity so he will want to learn more about things around him, i.e.: How long do you think a goldfish can live? (Answer: Goldfish can live for about 17 years but most will die because of dirty water or the wrong water temperature. One goldfish was known to have lived for forty years. Also, if a goldfish is put into a large pond, it can grow to be as long as your arm.) Also: Do you think a seahorse is a fish? (Answer: Yes. Baby seahorses are hatched inside of a pocket in their Daddy's belly.) And: Did you know about 200 million years ago when there were dinosaurs that some could be as small as chickens and others could be as big as nine or ten elephants? Did you know that nearly half of the bones in your body are in your hands and feet? Did you know that your heart beats more than 36 millions times in a year? Did you know that if you annoy a Llama, he will spit in your face?
Or go to the beach and collect seashells, driftwood, small pebbles, grasses and whatever else takes their fancy to bring home for an art object. Don't discourage them in their creative efforts by encouraging them to do what you think looks best. The same can be done after an excursion into the woods for a collections of leaves, branches, pine cones, bark and various grasses, etc. One idea is to put a piece of paper on top of a piece of bark and let children rub the paper with a crayon to get the imprint of the bark. They can do this with various tree barks to compare the different textures.
When going on these excursions, take along a magnifying glass so they will be able to view tiny insects and fine veins on leaves that they wouldn't otherwise be able to see. Look for cobwebs so that they can see the intricate miracle of nature. This is especially interesting when there are drops of dew clinging to it and early morning sunshine glimmering on the droplets.
After walks such as these, have children draw a picture of what they have seen or if they're able to, write a story about it.
When you hear, 'How much further now?' try playing the 'Let's Imagine' game. The following are some 'let's imagine' ideas:
- Let's imagine that you are lying on a large, soft fluffy cloud and you're floating ever so gently through the sunny blue sky, what do you think you would see when you looked around?
- Let's imagine that you are sitting on top of a rainbow and you start to slide down the rainbow towards the pot of gold, what colours do you think you would you be sliding through?
- Let's imagine that you are going to look for burried treasure. Where would you look? What kind of treasure do you think you would find? What would you do with it if you found it?
- Let's imagine that you are going to help the Easter Bunny hide the eggs at Easter time, where would you help him hide them?
- Let's imagine that you were going to catch raindrops. How many raindrops do you think you could catch? What would you use them for?
- Let's imagine that you are flying in the sky with the birds. Where do you think you would go? Do you think you would chirp like the birds or would they talk like you do?
- Take a 'What Do We See' walk. On this walk, whether it is down a street, through a park or to the beach, the object is to look at the surroundings, listen to the sounds, smell the different scents, touch flowers, leaves, rocks, etc., and determine textures. Talk with the child while you are walking to be aware of what he is seeing, smelling, hearing and feeling. While you are walking with the child, ask questions that will spark his curiosity so he will want to learn more about things around him, i.e.: How long do you think a goldfish can live? (Answer: Goldfish can live for about 17 years but most will die because of dirty water or the wrong water temperature. One goldfish was known to have lived for forty years. Also, if a goldfish is put into a large pond, it can grow to be as long as your arm.) Also: Do you think a seahorse is a fish? (Answer: Yes. Baby seahorses are hatched inside of a pocket in their Daddy's belly.) And: Did you know about 200 million years ago when there were dinosaurs that some could be as small as chickens and others could be as big as nine or ten elephants? Did you know that nearly half of the bones in your body are in your hands and feet? Did you know that your heart beats more than 36 millions times in a year? Did you know that if you annoy a Llama, he will spit in your face?
Or go to the beach and collect seashells, driftwood, small pebbles, grasses and whatever else takes their fancy to bring home for an art object. Don't discourage them in their creative efforts by encouraging them to do what you think looks best. The same can be done after an excursion into the woods for a collections of leaves, branches, pine cones, bark and various grasses, etc. One idea is to put a piece of paper on top of a piece of bark and let children rub the paper with a crayon to get the imprint of the bark. They can do this with various tree barks to compare the different textures.
When going on these excursions, take along a magnifying glass so they will be able to view tiny insects and fine veins on leaves that they wouldn't otherwise be able to see. Look for cobwebs so that they can see the intricate miracle of nature. This is especially interesting when there are drops of dew clinging to it and early morning sunshine glimmering on the droplets.
After walks such as these, have children draw a picture of what they have seen or if they're able to, write a story about it.
When you hear, 'How much further now?' try playing the 'Let's Imagine' game. The following are some 'let's imagine' ideas:
- Let's imagine that you are lying on a large, soft fluffy cloud and you're floating ever so gently through the sunny blue sky, what do you think you would see when you looked around?
- Let's imagine that you are sitting on top of a rainbow and you start to slide down the rainbow towards the pot of gold, what colours do you think you would you be sliding through?
- Let's imagine that you are going to look for burried treasure. Where would you look? What kind of treasure do you think you would find? What would you do with it if you found it?
- Let's imagine that you are going to help the Easter Bunny hide the eggs at Easter time, where would you help him hide them?
- Let's imagine that you were going to catch raindrops. How many raindrops do you think you could catch? What would you use them for?
- Let's imagine that you are flying in the sky with the birds. Where do you think you would go? Do you think you would chirp like the birds or would they talk like you do?
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
What To Do When There's Nothing To Do
It is something for most parents, and sometimes grandparents who are often the caregivers, to think about now that Spring Break is almost upon us. But first of all there are some preliminary questions to be considered:
- the weather
- who will be looking after the children?
- the ages of the children
Young Children
Children's play should be as spontaneous as often as possible instead of structured. This develops creativity and individuality. In all liklihood, if it is self-paced, it will be imaginative. As parents and grandparents, we can encourage, by our interest, a child's pride in his play. The play environment should have toys that encourage stimulation, i.e.: blocks, puzzles, art materials, play dough or plasticine, children's literature and music.
Children enjoy exploring a variety of new materials; substances that feel different such as sand and mud; materials of different textures and objects of different sizes and shapes. Children enjoy playing with flashlights and making shadows when possible. They also like looking for insects, watching people doing different types of work, collecting things from nature, i.e.: varieties of leaves, grasses, flowers, feathers, and shells. Magnets and timers are also interesting to them. Avoid colouring books and dot-to-dot exercises; they will definitely stifle creative imagination. Toy libraries are available for borrowing educational toys as well.
Play provides children with opportunities to better understand their world and to learn social, emotional and physical skills. During unstructured play, children become better equipped to solve problems and soon learn to become quite inventive. Children learn while they are playing; learning is much more fun when it is done in a play situation. They also learn how to cooperate and share and learn to better understand themselves and others. Allow choices whenever possible. Let children have fun getting messy and help them have fun cleaning up.
Children should be given notification of a time frame for ending play time instead of having the end sprung on them. They will be better able to accept that a play period is coming to an end if they have been made aware of it before hand.
L.K. Frank wrote:
"Play is the way a child learns what no one can teach him. It is the way he explores and orients himself to the actual world of space and time, of things, animals, structures and people. Play is a child's work."
- the weather
- who will be looking after the children?
- the ages of the children
Young Children
Children's play should be as spontaneous as often as possible instead of structured. This develops creativity and individuality. In all liklihood, if it is self-paced, it will be imaginative. As parents and grandparents, we can encourage, by our interest, a child's pride in his play. The play environment should have toys that encourage stimulation, i.e.: blocks, puzzles, art materials, play dough or plasticine, children's literature and music.
Children enjoy exploring a variety of new materials; substances that feel different such as sand and mud; materials of different textures and objects of different sizes and shapes. Children enjoy playing with flashlights and making shadows when possible. They also like looking for insects, watching people doing different types of work, collecting things from nature, i.e.: varieties of leaves, grasses, flowers, feathers, and shells. Magnets and timers are also interesting to them. Avoid colouring books and dot-to-dot exercises; they will definitely stifle creative imagination. Toy libraries are available for borrowing educational toys as well.
Play provides children with opportunities to better understand their world and to learn social, emotional and physical skills. During unstructured play, children become better equipped to solve problems and soon learn to become quite inventive. Children learn while they are playing; learning is much more fun when it is done in a play situation. They also learn how to cooperate and share and learn to better understand themselves and others. Allow choices whenever possible. Let children have fun getting messy and help them have fun cleaning up.
Children should be given notification of a time frame for ending play time instead of having the end sprung on them. They will be better able to accept that a play period is coming to an end if they have been made aware of it before hand.
L.K. Frank wrote:
"Play is the way a child learns what no one can teach him. It is the way he explores and orients himself to the actual world of space and time, of things, animals, structures and people. Play is a child's work."
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