Trips to the Ocean
I had the privlage of doing my little bit to make the magic of the 2010 Olympics happen. Although rather indirect, it was at least something. I put in a dish to allow the team building the ski ramp to communicate. I then had a day off in Vancouver and was lucky enough to be able to help Daniel and Lorida move to their new apartment. They didn't know that I was coming and I rolled in with the truck just in time to move the big stuff.
I then had a night in the fairmont in the Airport, a rather swank hotel, miles above what I would ever spend money on myself. But who's complaining. I was in the airport as I flew out early the next morning to Prince Rupert up north on the BC coast. The whole place reminded me wonderfully of southern Chile, with mountains and snow soaring above the narrow channels and inlets. I got to flit over this in a little 6 seater float plane, strapped in to the co-pilots seat.
Low clouds meant a flight no more than a couple hundred metre above the rippling ocean and endless trees.
We skimmed to a halt at the tiny hamlet of Hartley Bay, and jumped into a boat there for the bone jarring hour and a half crossing to this place
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