Don’t you just love the sound of an older model VW van or bug makes? Anytime I see one I smile.
I didn’t see the bride but I imagined she carried a bouquet of daisies. To me, VWs and Daisies go together.
Today, Port McNeill hosted the North Island Canadian Cancer Society Relay for Life.
I volunteered some of my day helping set up in the morning. Then in the evening with the help of another volunteer, we kept the coffee and hot chocolate coming for the walkers.
For me, one of the most emotional parts of the day is the memorial lap. Everyone walks in silence around the track thinking about someone they know and love who has battled cancer; some won the fight, some are still in the battle and sadly others have lost… It’s unfortunately rare to find someone who has not been affected by cancer in some way. For me, I lost my mom.
The track is lined with luminaries. The luminaries have been lovingly decorated to remember or support a loved one. Others have words of encouragement…
Do you know a better way to describe waiting for a BC Ferry?
Last Friday my husband and I travelled to Vancouver for some personal appointments. We planned on returning to Vancouver Island on the 5:00 pm ferry, however that wasn’t to be.
Disappointment quickly changed to pleasure. Now I had the opportunity to capture some of the activity on a sunny afternoon in Horseshoe Bay.
Growing up, Piper’s Lagoon Park was often a family favourite destination to explore.
In the late fall and into early spring, we’d pick oysters at the mouth of the lagoon. My brothers and I scrambling over the rocks gathering as many oysters as we could carry and take them over to Dad to shuck.
While Dad was busy with the oysters, we’d turn over the rocks looking for snails, crabs and blenny eels. In the tide pools, we would poke the sea cumbers and watch them expand like magic… fun times growing up :)
Shack Island is at the mouth of the lagoon. I’m not entirely certain, but I beleive the little cabins were built by Japenese fisherman who lived in the Nanaimo area back at the turn of the last century.
Back then there were no roads out to the lagoon, and by rowboat it would be a long journey to get to the best fishing spot early in the a day. So, to maximize time for fishing, the Japenese built the little cabins as a place to stay.
Today, the little cabins are used for summer vacation residents and have been passed down from one family to the next.
I don’t know who took the time to carve this into the log, I suppose it really doesn’t matter to anyone except for the two people it is meant.
Was it love at first sight? A promise to be together? A proposal? Who knows.
Whatever their story, we can make up our own.