Fat Salmon Backpackers
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... These are carvings in the rock made by the First Nations people depicting mythical creatures.
The following morning we started the day with Ness rustling up some French Toast for breakfast. The Moose-in-Laws had left us with some Maple Syrup and it wasn't going to eat itself so French Toast was the answer and scrummy it was too!
We decided to still NOT try fishing, or logging, but instead to go to the ...
... minutes sorting the boat out ready to bring it on board and it was quiet as a mouse. He was saying "stay back, move those chairs, watch out" and as he pulled said-supposedly-dead fish on board it decided to do the twist. And this thing is BIG. All that muscle flexing quickly one way then the other - Graeme held the door of the tank open and Blair eventually got him in and out of harm's way. And he still gave a couple of big THWACK THWACK moves 15 minutes later. ...
... would put us up in Vancouver and near Radium Springs saying "they’ll put you up for sure" ……..But they don’t know us!!! was my immediate thought, but neither really did she! We must have come across as have decent people, which I suppose is a good thing! The girl herself said she was going to stay that night with people who she had been put in touch with through a girl she met shopping at an outdoor shop!! How random is that? but ...
... Creek hatchery, and there is nobody there, so we take a provate tour on our own, watching salmons in different moments of their lifes. Back to the car, with a little deception, we have not driven half a mile, when suddenly, a black bear appears in front of us, crossing the road and ignoring our car completely. Imprudently, we get off the car and follow it trying to take some picture, but it got into the forest and was ...
Now to finish my story about staying 'up Island.' On the Saturday I took myself out early for a walk along the metal roads - not a soul did I see. After brekky we 'girls' went down to the
"Farmers Market" where there were a few stall manned by 'Islanders', namely these self sufficient types who pedal their home baking, tie-dyed clothes, jams, preserves and fruit juice. Enough variety to help us ...