Rainy Day Reading

After Dinner last night, we retired to our lovely little private tent.  Amoeba and I were tired.  We’d gotten up before the sun, driven to Vancouver, then bused and ferried another several hundred miles.  It was 9 p.m., the sun was just setting and we were ready for some relaxing.  I wanted a bath.

Ella did, too, and she beat me to the tub.  She was pretty upset when I explained that she was just too small and once there was enough water in the tub to turn the jets on, it would be decidedly over her head.

Ella in the Spa Tub

I helped Ella out of the tub and prepared the bath. She +peeked over the side at the hot, roiling water and decided she’d just have a shower, thanks. I found the tub exquisite.

This morning we woke to the pitter-patter of falling rain on our canvas roof. I opened the bamboo blinds and peeked outside. “Oh my gosh,!” I excalimed. “Somebody stole the ocean!”

Amoeba commented that it appeared they were trying to replace it with plenty of fresh water. The rain poured down and the fog came in to the shoreline.

Ella grabbed her book, snuggled back into the covers and said it wasn’t fit weather out for elephant or beast. And then she asked us to go fetch her breakfast from the lodge!

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Chosen Ones, The Aedyn Chronicles, by Alister McGrath

current contest stats:

— Nessa — 27
— Susan — 18
— Barbara — 16
— Raven — 10
— Alice Audry — 5

Camping in Canada

Once again we are camping in Canada.

the view

Amoeba is a guest speaker at a science convention and tomorrow he will be speeching about amoebas.  We spent the day traveling across B.C.  in our car, a tour bus and a ferry.  Finally, twelve hours after I crawled out of bed this morning we are here at Secret Cove in Halfmoon Bay, B.C.

our tent

It is a bit larger than our little Eddie Bauer two man canvas tent. I’m sure glad I didn’t have to set it up!

the porch

Here’s a quick glimpse inside. Ella went straight for the pillows. She said as far as tents go, she guesses this one isn’t too bad. Amoeba went straight for the internet. I went straight for my camera. We all have our priorities!

the inside

Right now my priority is dinner. I’ll be back later to share a few more highlights.

BFtP — Vancouver Seaweed Camp

Originally published August 14th, 2007 on O’Ceallaigh & The Quill:

This was our camp.  We had a mini-tent city.  Our tent is the maroon one.  I set most of it up by myself.  I was quite proud of me.  At first, because I set the tent up alone (while O.C. was goofing off filling the camp water buckets at the facility a mile away — as if drinking water were important!) I was disinclined to share the tent — then I got to thinking about how chilly the nights might be and relented in favor of his body heat.

The camp ground was across the mouth of the Juan de Fuca river from the town of Port Renfrew.  That river is much wider then it looks.  To the right in this photo was the ocean and Juan de Fuca Strait.

It was a lovely campground.  The facilities were first rate — out houses and a pre-dinner show.  For some reason, the musician looked familiar ….

Despite camp being on the ocean, that isn’t were these intrepid scientists went in search of seaweed.  We all drove several miles to Botany Bay, then hiked down to the ocean.  It was a gorgeous path.

A sign:

Some steps …

And finally, the beach ….

The hunt for seaweed begins:

While O.C. and his class worked and learned, I played in the tide pools.

Anemone:

Anemones:

Starfish:

On the way home, we paused briefly in Victoria.  Here is the government building:

With a totem pole carved by a representitive the First Peoples: (note the size of the Japanese tourists in relation to the totem pole).

Then it was time to head for the ferry and wait:

and wait (caffeine helps pass the time):

and wait:

We were all looking pretty tired and scruffy.

But finally we pulled onto the ferry and started home and Mt. Baker stepped out of the fog to greet us.

Adventuring

As you read this, Amoeba and I are on our way to Beautiful British Columbia, where we will camp for the next several days.  I shall return with photographs and tales of great adventures on Victoria Island — but you will have to wait for them because while we are gone, I will not have access to the Internet.  It will be hard and I will likely suffer extreme withdrawals — especially since I have barely recovered from my last episode sans ‘net.  Still, I have great faith that you will all get along quite well without me.

I have updated Quilly Unshuttered so photographs from my trip to and from Coeur d’Alene will post over the next several days.  You will see exciting scenes from my Aunt’s Garden.  I have also prepared a couple of posts for my absence.  They will give you a taste of where we are going, and why.

Enjoy!  I will see you all on the 10th of July!