Gentleman
Friend to all who came here
Whose monument is this place of beauty
Given by him to the yachting fraternity
Of the Pacific Northwest so that it will
Remain forever unspoiled. ~ Mac
Clearly after all was said and done women didn't fit into the occasion with James MacDonald's final eulogy. We said goodbye to this special spot. Our heads bobbling, we experienced the afternoon no-nonsense winds that come barreling down so we zoomed home. Our driver was working on the theory that if we went fast enough we would stay on top of the troughs. Needing a neck transplant we decided towards evening to walk up to Skookumchuck Rapids and watched the river kayakers playing in the waves and currents.
I have been curious about parts north, Powell River and Lund, and so in the morning we set about exploring. I was rather envious of the ferry that took us to Saltery Bay, ours on Salt Spring Island being far less friendly and accommodating. Powell River seemed like a place caught in time either the 1960's or 70's with the odd heritage bit thrown in. The town-site has a waterfront view as it is perched invitingly on a hillside and because it is logged everyone has sun. Sarah and I found a postcard perfect place to eat our lunch. It is clear the setting of this area is beautiful with snow capped mountains, lakes, and inlets everywhere one looks.
