Tuesday, September 21, 2010
There is an abandoned mine concentrator on this trail above town as well as the remnants of an old mining camp. The hills around here are full of discarded mining equipment both old and newer stuff left behind by hopefuls and a few lucky strikes. Apparently the man who owned this giant affair and lived above it in a mansion was ruined by the time the mill closed; his fortunes squandered. This camp was surprisingly developed. It had piped water and many amenities like butchers and barbers and the like...
Here's where the river pours and blasts through some narrow rocks. Well I didn't see much wildlife until I embarked on the long drive home. Right on the side of the road I saw mountain goats, and then later a moose and finally nearing Vancouver, a bear. It was almost ridiculous to see so many animals wandering around all at once, beer commercial ridiculous, but it's good to see the big creatures up and about even if you have to blast by them going at a hundred kilometers an hour and they always kind of have this slackjawed dumbfounded expression on - except the beaver that me and my gal saw once. That guy was pissed off.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Well it's the middle or maybe even the middling-end of summer and we are in it. So far it's been good. We've been spending most of our time in town and about the town and working in town. Sometimes on the weekends, we go on a "jaunt" to a local hiking spot or swimming spot. I've been swimming in a couple of small lakes and in the ocean. The ocean is my favorite. Some don't like swimming in the ocean because of the salt and the sharp, barnically things that slice-up your feet etc. but I like it. Around here even though you don't get the pounding surf and roaring intensity that you do in other parts of the worlds oceans but at it's best the ocean around Vancouver can get warm enough to endure for long periods of swimming in the summer. Fear of swimming seems to be common. It is one of those things that some people seem to have an innate fear of water and what could be underneath it. Somehow, lakes seem creepier to me. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the deadness of them and the stillness of them. It just seems more like something's lurking down there, something forgotten and nasty.