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Fri, 25 Aug 2006
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Thu, 27 Jul 2006
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Mon, 26 Jun 2006
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Vancouver: Life on the West Coast. Ici on croque la vie!

October, 2008

 

Sunshine Coast Road Trip

Thursday 05 June, 2008

Tanya, Heather N, and I went for a road trip to B.C.'s Sunshine Coast for three days earlier this week. We had a lovely time. The highlight was the wildlife: deer, blue heron, sea stars, crabs, clams, and aenenomes, turkey vultures, a bald eagle and a golden eagle, and two black bears--one while we were hiking! Photos are here.

Europe Blog: June and July 2008

Monday 26 May, 2008

I'll post on a blogger site for the next two months while I'm in Europe. Check there for new posts.

Lake Chelan (photos) / El Camino del Rey

Tuesday 20 May, 2008

On the weekend I hiked Lake Chelan with six friends. It was a great trip. We spent the first night at the Lake Chelan State Park campground, then on Saturday took the Lady of the Lake II ferry from Fields Point to Prince Creek. From there it was an 11 1/2 mile (7.5 hour) hike in 30 + weather to Moore Point. The contrasts between heat and cold, dryness and water, were amazing. We could see snow capped peaks and glaciers above, which melt and rush down the steep mountainsides into the lake. Lake Chelan is fed by 27 glaciers. Most of us brought swimsuits, but no one was brave enough to swim in the frigid water. The climate is similar to that of the south Okanagan, resulting in similar vegetation: ponderosa pines, scrubby-looking bushes, arrowleaf balsamroot. Oh, and lots of salamanders and at leat one huge toad.

The second day it took about 3 1/2 hours to hike the remaining 7 miles to Stehekin, where five of us enjoyed burgers and sandwiches on a restaurant deck overlooking Lake Chelan. Unfortunately, we left beind two comrades at Moore Point due to heat exhaustion and severe foot blisters. But our ferry back to our cars stopped there and picked them up, so everyone made it safely back.

On the same topic of outdoor adventures, my friend Lori showed me a video of a man walking El Camino (Wikipedia spells this word "Caminito," but most other websites spell it "Camino") del Rey (word-for-word translation: The Way of the King) in southern Spain. The video is stunning, but not for the faint of heart!

 

Celebrating Grandma Enns

Friday 28 December, 2007

Well, it's been over 6 months since I've put anything here. Grandma Enns passed away just over a week ago, and I've had the priviledge of writing the eulogy for the memorial service tomorrow. What an amazing lady she was, and what a life she lived. I'd like to give anyone who wants--family/friends or not--the chance to read about her life. Y ou can also email me tributes or photos, and I'll post them.

Enns Cousins


Gambier Island (Mis)adventure (Photos)

Wednesday 06 June, 2007

It take a while to get back to normal after a fun weekend. I took my Ford Focus on it's first major highway trip, to Vancouver. It seems to have no lingering tiredness like I do, but perhaps that is because we--myself, my friend Tanya, and three of her friends--left it behind at the Horseshoe Bay ferry docks on Saturday while we travelled to one of the gulf islands in an attempt to hike to Gambier Lake on Gambier Island.

I say attempt because we never actually made it to Gambier Lake. Who knew that such a small island could have so many old and active logging roads? After we had gotten off the ferry and went up a short hill to the Gambier Island General Store, which looked a lot more like a kitchen/dining room than a store, we found a local who offered to drive us up the road to the trailhead. We piled into the back of his pickup truck, which looked like it had been used to haul all kinds of things, from construction tools to plastic bins to a full load of garden dirt. There was a good inch-thick layer of garden soil still in the truck bed and a uniform, thinner, ground-in layer on the seats, too. On the way in we passed a French couple carrying overnight backpacking gear, whose presence prompted our driver to slow down and ask if they were still too afraid of him to want a ride. "It's haunted, you know," our driver said, with a fearsome look on his face, and revved off.

Here is a photo of our driver and us on the veranda of the Gambier Island General Store.

   Gambier Island Store

The next hour or two (we lost all sense of time, which was later proven when I erroneously told everyone my watch said 4:00pm and no one questioned the time, even though it was really only 2:00) we spent wandering around in circles and to dead ends and back, occasionally running into the French couple, who were just as lost as we were. Finally we realized by observing the topography of a nearby hill that we had turned off the main trail well ahead of the proper turnoff, and were wandering around a new development unmentioned in our hiking trail book!

Back on the right path, a truck rushed by containing a local driver and some Asian tourists. They slowed down just enough as they were passing for Tanya to ask them where they were going. "To see the Big Tree!" was the only answer the passengers had time to shout gleefully before we were left in a cloud of dust. I wonder if they ever found the Big Tree. The fact that a local was driving them provides some hope, but really, these are the gulf islands, and the climate is moderate and coastal. All the trees are Big Trees.

After the tourists had passed us, we really didn't see much of anyone. We found a trail that didn't seem to go in the direction we wanted to go, another that quickly ended in forest, and a third that, after a few minutes of walking, was suddenly covered by fallen trees as far as the eye could see.

After all that, I got home curious and looked up the Gambier Lake trail on Google. Here is what I found:

There are many old skidder roads and trails, which are not marked or mapped, running off the marked trails. Remain continually aware of which trail you are on to avoid getting lost. (Gambier Island Conservancy)

Remain continunally aware of which trail you are on, eh? The trail markers consist of ribbons, and their colour-coding doesn't match the trail book's indications. Remaining continually aware of which trail one is on seems a difficult, if not impossible, task. The colour-coding scheme seems deliberately designed to confuse unwary hikers. Combined with the circular and dead-end roads, this island is very mysterious, indeed.

Like our driver said, maybe the island is haunted. Or maybe our driver was so bored and crazy from living on an unhaunted isolated gulf island for so many years that he decided to make it appear haunted by switching the trail markers, felling trees across trails, and altering the trails and terrain (hence the dirt in the bed of his pickup). Maybe the French couple's refusal of his ride offer shows they were on to something after all.

 

Photos and the Facebook Takeover

Monday 21 May, 2007

Somehow it seems I've experienced the chronic disease known as "blogging fatigue." Sorry for the lack of new and interesting things to read here! I added an RSS feed so you can atomatically see when I've added new posts, without having to actually visit the site.

The reason for the lack of photos is that I've been sucked into the whirlpool of Facebook. All my photos are being posted there now. Click on Photos/Arts at the top of this page to find links to them all.

You will notice that Darrell and Miranda are married! It was a great wedding. They made everyone feel relaxed and Miranda was beautiful and Darrell was handsome. I have a great little brother and sister-in-law!

 

Shower for Miranda in Kelowna! (Photos)

Sunday 18 March, 2007

The Enns and Reimer families got together yesterday for a shower for Miranda at Grandma Reimer's house. Almost all the Kelowna relatives of the female persuasion were there (except Laura who is in Mexico on a missions trip) and Auntie Pearl even made it from Enderby! Gram did an awesome job with little sandwiches and cream puffs and punch; Auntie Pearl and Rachael brought a bunch of really yummy fruit (even mangoes!). Miranda shared how she and Darrell met and began dating and got engaged at the Uspenski Cathedral in Sweden. We heard some very funny stories about Darrell doing things like getting girls to stop talking to him on the phone by making his computer crash, and coming home from camp really, really stinky and still wearing the same clothes he left for camp in (one has to wonder if he even wore his pyjamas that week!).

Darrell has engagement and Sweden related photos at www.ereomega.net.

 

Darrell and Miranda: Engaged!

Saturday 10 March, 2007

Darrell and Miranda engagement photo

Thought I'd better get one of these up - I'm going to have a new sister!!!! :D And can you believe that Darrell took this photo with his own equipment, in his bedroom?

 

The Cat

Saturday 10 February, 2007

Cat outside window

The In and Out Song - Listen
Garrison Keillor

Well I wanna go out, open that door if you love me
Gotta go out, wanna breathe the air.
I gotta get loose with that blue sky above me
I been here long enough, I gotta be there.

I wanna come in - what's the matter, can't you hear me?
I wanna come in, I am your cat!
I gotta get warm with the people I love near me
I been gone a long long time but now I'm back.

Now I wanna go out, I'm an independent creature
I am a cat, we're the wandering kind!
It's the call of the wild, I gotta get back to nature
These paws were made for walking and now it's time.

OK, I'm back, but not for long I'll soon be going
Gimme a bite now and I'm on my way.
Now open that door and I'll - good grief, it's snowing!
Open up - lemme in - I'm back to stay.

Well, now it's stopped, so thanks for all your lovin'
Gotta hop that freight, I'm a ramblin' guy.
Gotta hit that road, it's in my blood or something
I know you understand so please don't cry.

Hello it's me, I knew you'd probably miss me
So I came back, 'cause I missed you so.
But I can't stay long, so honey come and kiss me
I think I hear that lonesome whistle blow.

I'm on my way, gotta leave my mom and daddy
Gotta say goodbye, wanna hear that highway hum.
Now I'm all alone, I'm feeling so unhappy
It's time that I went back where I came from.

It's time to go back, time to put that road behind me
I drifted away, but I'm going back now.
Here's the little white house, here's that picket fence and the ivy
I'll scratch on the door - meow.

It's me . . . lemme in . . . I can hear you talking in there.
Hey - Mom!
All right, I get the joke!
Open up the door.

Meow.

Cat and toy mouse on red rug