Pat's Paddle

An overhead view of Pat's Paddle on Howe Sound and over to Preston Island.

I thought Pat was about to give up around point J, but she was just taking a short rest, what a trooper!!

A trip to Preston

Preston Island that is.

Around Preston Island we saw seals, a new family of grebes (at least a half-dozen babies, are they called goslings, greblings or what?) and over above Keats Island (in the background in picture) about a dozen bald eagles soaring (probably off looking for little crunchy grebeletttes).

A great paddle, Pat did very well, a lot different than a normal trip to Preston.

Arm Straight Butterworth!!

Here Pat is approaching the gap, showing that she cannot keep that upper paddle arm straight despite me being a rude sergeant major behind her, it seems that she always responds better to her maiden name, however in this case, that upper arm insisted on operating like a broken chicken wing.

Friday paddle

It was great for Karen's mum to come out with us in an OC6 on Friday, weather was good and we managed to go out of the gap, over to Preston Island (and around it) which was about a six kilometer paddle, here we are at the compound prior to Pat's indoctrination as a paddler.

Momma Piglet

Thursday, top of Soames Hill.

Now, the local nickname for Soames Hill is "The Knob" and It's quite a big one.

I never quite thought that I would see my mother in law sitting on top of one.

Goslings

Nature is a sad thing at times, but today, a fresh batch of goslings appeared down at the marina. We have seen batches reduce as times go by, crunchy little snacks for local bald eagles no doubt.

Poppa Piglet

The male of the piglet contingent, Poppa Piglet, seen here on Gibsons pier (not Wigan Pier) with legs that have not seen sunlight since the end of World War two.

Otter

A walk down to Gramma's during the week gave the group a look at a wild otter retrieving a sunfish from Howe Sound. We believe there are a family of otters below the gazebo at the end of Gibsons pier.

The in-laws are visiting this week, or as Susan (their New Zealand daughter) calls them, affectionately, the piglets.

Buffet Lunch

It was a hot day and we sought solace down at Gramma's Pub and drank several of those beer things.

At the shoreline, a crafty heron feasted at the fish buffet.

Life was deemed to be good.

Go Canucks, Go!

Gibson's Landing was established in 1886 when George Gibson's boat blew off course and he and his two sons landed here by accident, they probably never knew any of the "other" Georges family (George Vancouver who "found" Vancouver in 1792) but it is apparent that he supports the Canucks.

Game two will be on Saturday night and even George has donned a jersey.

A to B

Moved half of the gravel to the back yard, things are looking better for the visit of the outlaws on Sunday

(Karen's mum and dad are now in Vancouver, they be here soon)