Make Mine Coffee, Thanks

She: “What’s that swimming in your tea?”

He: “The only thing swimming in my tea is tea. Which is how I’d like to keep it, please.”

She: “I guess you don’t want to go camping with me then.”

He: “Huh? Why would tea have anything to do with whether I go camping with you?”

She: “Well, on the camping trips I’ve been on, you boil the water over the campfire and pour the tea. When you do that, all these little gnats come sniffing around. They go straight for the water in the cup and dive in. Presto. Open swim.”

He: “And gnat-flavored tea. Probably not in the markets for a reason.”

She: “Hey. It’s protein.”

He: “Is it? Does that mean you get any relief from the insects after you’ve graduated from high school?”

She: “Not really. You see, they’re pro-teen, but they’re also not anti-aging. Otherwise, they would be in the markets. Everybody’d be drinking the stuff.”

He: “Right. I can see the marketing slogan now.”

She: “Oh?”

He:This Stuff Bugs Me!

2009 — Seaweed Camp

As you can see, the camp looked much the same as it did two years ago.

Seaweed Camp, from a distance

Seaweed Camp, from a distance

Our Own Tent City

Our Own Tent City

The "Kitchen"

British Columbia is one of the most beautiful, green places I have ever been. To get that beautiful and green takes a lot of rain — and we were there for it!

Low Rain Clouds hang over the ocean and the mountains on the other side of the inlet.

A Seagull Flies Through the Clouds

Even the Canadian Geese are Cold. They stand here on one leg, conserving body heat.

Two years ago, the waders and rain gear were dried by spreading them on pieces of driftwood in the sun. This year, wet gear was suspended from the cooking awning, but dry was just a dream.

Dreaming of Dry

Dreaming of Dry

The fire struggled against the wet with little success.

If Not Watched Constantly, It Would Dwindle & Die

If Not Watched Constantly, It Would Dwindle & Die

Still, a little rain doesn’t stop our intrepid scientist:

Here he is studying a Sand Spider

And here he is studing a Botany Book beneath the kitchen awning.

And here he sits beneath the kitchen awning studying a Botany Book.

Mostly it was too wet for me to do any trail hiking or tide pool visiting. I did not have rain gear and my clothes soaked through quickly; which left me with no way to retain my body heat, so I much preferred staying dry. However, there were lulls in the rain and I did get to snap a few treasures.

A Dried Barnacle Husk, washed up on the beach.

A Dried Barnacle Husk, washed up on the beach.

A Tangle of Seaweed & Hawthorne Berries on the Shore.

A Tangle of Driftwood, Seaweed & Hawthorne Berries on the Shore.

Evidence of a Storm Past

Evidence of a Storm Past

Fire Weed

A Shell Full of Sand & Sea

Nature's Sculpture

And this post is more than too long, so we will save the most amazing moment of all for tomorrow’s post.

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.




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.


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!