We awoke to a picture perfect day. What a difference; under brilliant blue skies, Ocean Falls looks more like the idyllic spot it once was. We traveled back to Shearwater today so that we can drop Pam and Lyle off at Bella Bella tomorrow. We sat outside for most of the journey to Shearwater, soaking up the warmth.
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| Rob and Lyle driving up top |
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| Blue sleeping on the bow |
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| Me, annoying Blue |
Back at Shearwater we went for a hike with Blue. During WW II, Shearwater was a military seaplane base. A rusted and coiled barbed wire barrier (now cut to permit passage on the trail) is a powerful reminder of the fear of invasion. Nightcaps and a spirited human rights discussion followed fish and chips at the wharf restaurant - when we get together, the four of us seem to love a good argument.
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Pam took this picture of the rusted hull of a very
old-looking tug at the Shearwater dock |
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Meant to post this for Forit Bay: the guys going fishing
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