tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35216968548714483972023-11-15T23:36:29.832-08:00The Seagull DiariesMoving off-grid and general musings.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-15720061674605214752016-05-13T16:03:00.002-07:002016-05-13T16:05:41.040-07:00About that dock...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvwS7pt1VQxsxbZcCRYaHbAB4a3tqs8dPGQdAZtmS7KgYdO5xCYwZrtKn2f5MFzHUidVmvYKCw7gGj0kV0BoBPYLQOjlyaDTQ4i9rt9KsDg_WZmd21YnOoPzb0y7StFK4bB9dTTQ_FsBv/s1600/Retouch+for+canvas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Dock in place at the Seagull Republic." border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvwS7pt1VQxsxbZcCRYaHbAB4a3tqs8dPGQdAZtmS7KgYdO5xCYwZrtKn2f5MFzHUidVmvYKCw7gGj0kV0BoBPYLQOjlyaDTQ4i9rt9KsDg_WZmd21YnOoPzb0y7StFK4bB9dTTQ_FsBv/s320/Retouch+for+canvas.jpg" title="Dock in place at the Seagull Republic." width="240" /></a><br />
SO: we had a house built to finished lock-up ( huge milestone), but no dock. There were a number of heart-stopping moments during our application, but it was finally approved. By then the concrete platform was ready, the raft had been built of local cedar on top of fully enclosed foam floats. We had to add floats to support the weight of the lower end of the ramp. It was temporarily installed to check it would float on a 1' tide. The process took months, however, the luxury of being able to pull up to a working dock and offload materials without slipping and sliding over the rocks (and suffering many wounds along the way in the case of Nev, who did a lot of the precarious lugging), had to be experienced to be fully understood.<br />
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'Tis indeed a thing of beauty and yet another milestone.<br />
<br />Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-2718071752412673122016-05-12T13:43:00.000-07:002016-05-12T13:43:15.374-07:00I was so excited, I forgot to blog.I note with horror that the last post on my blog is... er... let's just say it's old and out-of-date. An update might be in order.<br />
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You see, in 2013 we took the bull by the horns (read: maxed the mortgage) and built our house on the Seagull Republic. It was hugely exciting. And not a bit like the last post of 2012 suggested it might be. Or where. I wrote about it in Cottage Magazine at the time.<br />
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There was a barge. There was a helicopter. There was a fantastic bunch of amazing carpenters and assistants and a very high tide at exactly the right moment. Let's start at the new beginning.<br />
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Initially we were planning to build on the southern tip of our 10 acres, but in truth a seasonal dock was not what we wanted: too much work and not exactly conducive to all-year island living. We did in fact have an A-frame fabricated to go with our 50' aluminum ramp, but on a specific visit to the western side, where the bunky is, we had the aha moment looking at our channel: why aren't we building here? By that time, we had discovered the cute cabins made by Ajia in North Vancouver - pre-panelised and a lot more affordable in many ways because of that. Plus they know what they're doing when it comes to boat access properties (although by then I'd done all the homework and had all the local logistics sorted out).<br />
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I tweaked the floorplan, flipping it so the front door was where it should be, and adjusting the windows for heat gain in winter and cross ventilation in summer. And after much bobbing about in the boat taking bearings with our iPhones, and plenty of sketches and drawings and writing a management plan, and, and, and, we submitted our dock permit.<br />
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Anyone who has a dock in BC waters knows that the waiting period for the permit is long. Exceptionally long. So it was that we started building without a dock. Our old clothesline was all the crew had. With all the hard, sweaty labour that had gone into building, by hand, our little bunky, we just didn't have the heart to take it down. It got moved to a new spot instead.<br />
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Given that I wanted to fell as few trees as possible, our laydown area was limited and it was decided to build the foundations and floor so that crates could be delivered onto the subfloor. It was early March, it was wet as only our Wet Coast can be, and often it was around 3 degrees first thing in the morning. There was a lot of mud.<br />
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If you're wondering how the little machine arrived, it was dropped off by a smaller barge from a neighbouring island. It also delivered other building materials for the foundations and floor. The winch broke at one point which almost - so almost! - resulted in a pallet of concrete landing in the ocean. On another delivery, it was so overloaded that its wake damaged a neighbour's bullrails on their dock...<br />
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The morning of the main delivery by big barge/helicopter (we did the cost analysis and this worked out the cheapest way to get 'er done) was cold and clear, the Thursday before Good Friday, in fact.<br />
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Exactly 2 hours of buzz later, and we had crates of everything from metal roof to wall panels and construction adhesive planted all over. We left after an early first lunch perched on what is now our living room.<br />
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For those three months I was so busy managing the budget, deliveries, orders and whatever else, not to mention being permanently cold and wet, I generally forgot all else, including blogging.<br />
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By then we had a house, completed to finished lock-up - looks finished from the outside, but nothing is done on the inside. Plenty more posts about all that to follow.<br />
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Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-53063578234782390362012-03-16T16:13:00.000-07:002012-03-16T16:13:59.744-07:00The Planning Season: an updateAs I mentioned somewhere else on this blog, winter is truly the best time to plan. We've made quite some progress this winter and have a floorplan we love for our new cabin. <br />
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OK, it's not spectacular, but it is what we want and reflects the way we live, even better than The Tree House (our home in Lions Bay). We ummed and ahed about what we wanted to build, not only because committing to something that will survive our (my!) changing whims after decades of dreaming is very hard, not only because we have a limited budget, but also because we didn't want our cabin to stick out like a sore thumb on the beautiful, wild Boulder Point landscape. We want it to fade into the rocky cliff behind it, nestle quietly in the trees... you get the idea. We also wanted something that sits lightly on the lot in order to preserve the natural habitat.<br />
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So we toyed with a two-storey build that might hide in part behind a rocky outcrop, but discarded it in favour of a long, slimlined building on piers. Since we plan to harvest rainwater, we have known for some time it would have a metal roof. The siding decision... not so easy! Window colours, well, the jury's still out pending the siding verdict. Looks like we're leaning towards <a href="http://www.certainteed.com/" target="_blank">CertainTeed.</a>.. Maybe the dutchlap, which has uniform reveals and should make the structure look longer and leaner withough being cluttered. I also really like the idea of unprofiled cement board around the undercover BBQ area for visual interest.<br />
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The recent wind storms are a stark reminder that life on the edge of the ocean is sometimes harsh beyond human imagination. I'm talking about the dock. There is no way our dock can be in the water all year round and one of the biggest debates of late (again) is do we invest in a lift and rotate style ramp, or do we take it down and moor it elsewhere each winter? It is of course about the budget, because we know the correct answer. Even so - it's a big differential. <br />
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Although I'm still busy doing elevation and section drawings, I've done one: the south elevation, the one we'll see as we sail up to the house. There is some poetic license here - the rain chain, and the patio tomato plant in a pot, and the piers are in reality closer to the rock. But it's quite interesting to see it rendered!! <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh the angst in making this commitment!! But we're working with this for now - I can picture the interior and need to draw it so my other half can see what I see. Will post them here as they're completed!!</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-84605209290463720192011-08-04T11:34:00.000-07:002011-08-04T11:34:50.400-07:00Fame follow-upI realise I've been a little lacksadaisical this summer and haven't posted anything here. We have been visiting our Seagull Republic every third week... I think it's 3 trips this year thus far, or is it 4? So much to say! And at this time it's tempting never to come back to Lions Bay. Well, at least not until queen B, the good ole boys and the rest of the old clique, have relinquished their grasp.<br />
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On the last trip, we had two wonderful guests, Neil and Carolyn, and had a truly fabulous time. Then on the last full day, the clutch cable on the boat snapped (while I was driving!!) and that was it for SRS The First. There's always something. Thanks to Scott and Delia all was not lost - how great to have such awesome neighbours! Carolyn and I spent the day tootling from Linnea Farm (permaculture school, too), Hollyhock (gotta see those gardens again!!), the food co-op, museum and Manson's Landing. Life will be a lot easier now I know we don't have to lug all our food up there - the food co-op is amazing!!<br />
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And as for ways to make a living up there, that's where the oyster co-op comes into it. Even though I do not eat oysters, I'm all for sustainable seafood options, and I really like the idea of helping to create jobs on Cortes Island while making it possible for us to move there permanently. It's all about revenue streams, in the plural. And I'd like to be able to imagine our raft bobbing around up there in the pristine waters of Desolation Sound!<br />
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The reason this post is titled as it is, is because I did indeed write to the author of that book! And he replied with some additional info about the characters mentioned therein. How great is that?<br />
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We're headed up to our little paradise again next week - only hope Frank from Quadra does indeed fix The First on Saturday as promised. Even though Neil and Victoria are going to let us take their canoe on a long-loan basis, I don't think that'll work for Yukon!Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-51696110888665850232011-03-11T13:23:00.000-08:002011-06-23T07:52:02.128-07:00Fame at last (or: how we made it into a book about Desolation Sound)Before falling in love with and snapping up our Seagull Republic, we visited many small communities and looked at several recreational cabins that were up for sale. In the process, we got a great feel for the life we might expect, and the way these small, often isolated, enclaves of humanity function. <br />
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Although we had some predetermined criteria (see earlier posts) to guide us, we knew the place we fell in love with was going to depend on the feeling we got when we stood on it: we would know it when we saw it.<br />
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One of the places we looked at was a boat access, off the grid property on the Malaspina Peninsula. It was a little more expensive than what we had to spend, but it came complete with house, boat, daysailor sailboat and all furniture, tools, solar panels, battery bank, generator, etc. To get there, we took the ferry to the Sunshine Coast, did the famous dash to Egmont and the next ferry to Saltery Bay, and from there drove north towards Lund. At some point we took a right turn to the government dock at Okeover to meet the Powell River realtor who had the listing. One thing we remember is the Telus phone booth at the dock which was relevant because our mobiles couldn't get a signal there.<br />
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A huge plus on this trip was that the owner, Bernard, was coming to pick us up in his boat (part of the above-mentioned package deal) instead of having to pay a hefty price for a water taxi again. When he didn't arrive, we used that phone booth to call him. We whiled away the waiting by chatting to a friendly chap called Bob from Victoria who, with his wife and daughter, were loading items, including a table, into an impossibly small boat. He told us his spot was around the point from the property we were going to view. As he puttered away, boat impossibly low in the water, we talked about how nice it would be to have a great near neighbour like Bob if we were to buy this cabin.<br />
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When Bernard arrived, we climbed into his well-used aluminum boat, rather fancy in hindsight because it offered some cover behind a split console (perfect for conveying building materials, we thought). After a short trip, we arrived at his cabin, perched on the side of a cliff. We knew the property was part of a strata (not ideal - we weren`t really keen on answering to anyone in our splendid isolation), but hadn`t known no docks were allowed. This didn`t really matter, because Bernard had rigged up a line and pulley system to anchor the boat.<br />
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From the flat rock upon which we landed, the house loomed large, with those oh-so-typical large windows facing the view. After climbing a bunch of handhewn stairs, we entered the large, open living space of the cabin. It was nice and warm inside even though there was no heat on, due to all the wintry sun coming in through those large windows.<br />
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Clearly the house had been much loved and enjoyed by Bernard and his family. The only real negatives for us were that the view did not contain any mountains, and we were pretty sure no orcas would ever pass by. But a key consideration was that it was all built... a plus on the one hand, because we would be able to start enjoying it immediately without building, but on the other hand it would for us forever be "Bernard's house" (we still refer to it in this way).<br />
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While we were wondering around I looked over the water to a cabin on the next point, and saw a small grey plume of smoke rising. I asked the realtor whether this was normal, or should we check it out. Both he and Bernard thought it was of no concern. But the plume grew larger and larger, which I pointed out to them again. At some point Bernard realised it was something serious and said he was going to check it out. He and the realtor rushed out, hopped in the boat and roared off to the source of the smoke, which by now was billowing out over the water in a furious cloud. <br />
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Alas, it was too late - the cabin on the point burned to the ground. Turned out the owner had cleaned out his fireplace, taking the ashes out onto his deck. He then went to check on his well with a neighbour and in his absence, the wind fanned embers to life, setting fire to the house. Ironically, the strata did have firefighting gear, but it was inside this very cabin. Watching from Bernard's deck, we heard several loud explosions, no doubt the propane tanks exploding. Although a bunch of oyster farm workers rushed over to try and help, it was too late.<br />
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It was all over in 20 minutes. When we passed by later, all that was left was a crumpled metal roof on a concrete slab and a very large brick chimney. Quite sobering.<br />
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Notwithstanding all this, on a return trip not too long after, over lunch at the very delightful Laughing Oyster Restaurant at the Okeover government dock, we decided to make an offer on Bernard`s house. It was conditional, based on our being able to sell The Tree House, so it never happened because we couldn't sell it. In truth maybe we weren't ready to sell at that time and there was always that niggling thought that we would always be living in Bernard's house, same as in Lions Bay we are living in Peter Zeipper's house even after living here almost 10 years!<br />
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So what about the book, I hear you yelling ever louder...<br />
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One of the Christmas gifts I gave Nev was a book called "Adventures in Solitude: What not to wear to a nude potluck and other stories from Desolation Sound" by Grant Lawrence. I happened to grab it as a ferry read - it took me 3 1/2 ferry trips on the Horseshoe Bay-Departure Bay run to finish it. It's a great ferry read especially at this time of year when one's thoughts turn to cabin stuff as Spring approaches. Much of the book and its stories remind us of our experience on our quest to be more self-sufficient and independent. This is why it's such a great read for those of us attempting the same insane task of building from scratch on a remote, boat access only piece of paradise without any electricity to boot (thank goodness for cordless tools).<br />
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Anyway... turns out it was Grant's father who established the strata that includes "Bernard the German's" lot, and all the tales about the family's time at their cabin happened around there.<br />
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And where we come into it is when the author describes the above fire, starting on page 253. He used some poetic license in describing the whole thing... for instance, there were definitely no brewskis involved, and the "friend" who pointed out the smoke was ME.<br />
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And that`s how we came to make it into the book. I intend to e-mail the author and tell him our tale!Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-88734950924080649972011-02-27T15:35:00.000-08:002011-02-27T15:35:17.473-08:00Oh the responsibility! Oh the angst!Now that we're seriously thinking about the design of the main house, the responsibility we have to this pristine piece of planet in our care has hit home with a large bang. As in being hit between the eyes by a puck off a Sammy Salo slap shot.<br />
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Although the lumber on The Seagull Republic was harvested at some point in time, some old-growth still remains, which is why Rick the Seller made sure there were tree covenants in place when he sub-divided the lots for sale. So OK, maybe it wasn't pristine, but the regrowth is so substantial one would hardly know it must've been naked rock out there for quite some years. Not for nothing was it called Boulder Point.<br />
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Every detail has to be considered... for example, we need a dock, but we need to make sure sunlight still reaches below it so that the starfish and seaweed et al will continue to survive under there. We need to anchor the house to the rock, but we want minimal foundations so that we don't disturb the land too much. Where does the greywater go? Or worse, the black water? After all, no point in paying some dirty diesel powered boat to come empty a tank and take it somewhere else - kinda defeats the object, doesn't it?<br />
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And how do we design a dwelling that blends into the landscape, and doesn't disturb the ridgeline? We want to do it in such a way that sailors approaching Squirrel Cove hardly notice that there's anything there? More accurately, WE don't want to see anything destroy the view WE have when we sail up to our beautiful piece of land!<br />
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Hence the angst. And the overwhelming sense of responsibility. And the hope that we will not screw it up, because whatever we do could change the land forever, or maybe not, if we tread lightly enough so that nature can take over once again when we're gone.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-89493339254755185762011-02-19T17:47:00.000-08:002011-02-19T17:52:18.933-08:00It's been a loooooong winter.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Looking back, I realise I never wrote an end-of-summer post to explain that we in fact finished our bunky so that it would be fully closed up before winter. So anyone looking at this blog wouldn't know we now have an actual bunky on The Seagull Republic, aka Basecamp 1, I guess. </div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I posted pics on facebook, but somehow I forgot the blog. I got busy, what can I say?</div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Delia and Scott put us onto Pierre, who lives in Squirrel Cove, recommending him highly because "he has both skills AND tools"! No mean recommendation since his tools were all cordless as well! At $20 an hour we reckoned it would be well worth getting his help to install the 2 brand new, energy efficient windows we bought at Re-Store for some minimal amount of cash (less than $50 for 2). You see, we realised we needed some ventilation, light, and a VIEW from what was originally supposed to be the outhouse (see previous postings) if life in the bunky was going to be worth living.</div></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">But most importantly, we needed to be sure the bunky was ready for the rain and winter winds.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcSGPYMZQguWdjuPl_ZI-5qrY3fIUCSjOU4gvIxAGb5guMCCkXMmzVFAoBZatYkzd06QmfYlcE7NGdFYx1p7b2EfY2ECaopJCcPApAF0p2s8ZtkVK6XSD3gZjCCNkKImScO0j_YwPUxS6/s1600/IMGP1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOcSGPYMZQguWdjuPl_ZI-5qrY3fIUCSjOU4gvIxAGb5guMCCkXMmzVFAoBZatYkzd06QmfYlcE7NGdFYx1p7b2EfY2ECaopJCcPApAF0p2s8ZtkVK6XSD3gZjCCNkKImScO0j_YwPUxS6/s400/IMGP1026.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think the pics tell the whole story. Here's the bunky when we started the last trip - tarp on top and no windows. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
And look at this cutey-pie slider! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuTM-Xu7JigBdZCNIIg78JWL35-p1mhWwUnRqQwnGKYFP-3GPtaRmwOHRRq98-ZXCujQAej-mLsGc-zduvaH79Z49RqEvA5XVUi_pfRPSZ6suNv6fZC088dzWk78jsUqYnllBQkNAszTw/s1600/IMGP1027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuTM-Xu7JigBdZCNIIg78JWL35-p1mhWwUnRqQwnGKYFP-3GPtaRmwOHRRq98-ZXCujQAej-mLsGc-zduvaH79Z49RqEvA5XVUi_pfRPSZ6suNv6fZC088dzWk78jsUqYnllBQkNAszTw/s400/IMGP1027.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And this is the little casement window on the other side for cross ventilation. Of course the joke is the windows are the only part of the entire building envelope that actually have any insulation value whatsoever!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9j4fdSiL6qJ_MrhydX8CZRHx33HdPPG-s9EJplZxzThXPnq9qP12UrNiaVIvfh38PFncBiGiUIRoFcLRpRCOVsc02hfPLL-YspA-MlBCYnxc8EO4QMcXITOfEFjNzhGNolEda91jX46Z/s1600/IMGP1032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9j4fdSiL6qJ_MrhydX8CZRHx33HdPPG-s9EJplZxzThXPnq9qP12UrNiaVIvfh38PFncBiGiUIRoFcLRpRCOVsc02hfPLL-YspA-MlBCYnxc8EO4QMcXITOfEFjNzhGNolEda91jX46Z/s320/IMGP1032.jpg" width="240" /></a>While Nev and I worked on putting on siding and roof shingles, Pierre built a real door for the outhouse.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUuWfC6ZbUkc2xyJvzCHl_T6Ywg6mTsQR7l0ohlz6YGNgiDUYzt0WkGZbtk9a75npb5pmvjxPnouE2rKlwPtDDVqwAB5OD3HT2tvOco8Wef3L6qna42OloHmwcV8eea9D55mrfe7l8IMu/s1600/IMGP1033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUuWfC6ZbUkc2xyJvzCHl_T6Ywg6mTsQR7l0ohlz6YGNgiDUYzt0WkGZbtk9a75npb5pmvjxPnouE2rKlwPtDDVqwAB5OD3HT2tvOco8Wef3L6qna42OloHmwcV8eea9D55mrfe7l8IMu/s320/IMGP1033.jpg" width="240" /></a><br />
IKEA had these handy-dandy galvanised shelving units at around $10 each - the perfect size for storage down the side of the outhouse. So I valiantly squared up with the spiders (all relegated to the forest, along with the crickets, quite safely) and tidied everything up. What you can see here is canned food, gas cannisters and such items - things that can stay behind for next time. I have to say it worked out real well.<br />
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And here's the forest side of the bunky with all the siding in place.<img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0sBshVAxcGSb-qjvohCisqw37GJmuNEZxus19iyusImUOtvWJEQCWNLAQHqhoARlnDy0F-ZhO5kikq8jVL95AMg4LlbVwatLYxjB2I8cm4E1HD_ZXAXQkQhOm5H_2G7BvrZwA0PZAwt9x/s200/IMGP1042.jpg" width="150" /><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">There's even storage in the door. Small space living at its best!<br />
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Here's our bunky - all done. The section on the left below the sloped roof (the non-rain side) is where we've piled left over lumber and other building materials such as housewrap but it's designed to be a woodpile eventually. Although from what I can tell, having a cabin means having a pile of building materials on hand at all times. </div><img border="0" height="300" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwOwXQK8minMUfQYy0sM20uBVA1R-FxaI672WyEh2-V53VQMSXld8pbxhyOKX5eh2HgTYTZky0_Trth-28Mkc3dC-I4oY98vd-aALciqRk5FkMGmnmFZQALE1OgQ7utgL3CR2YT7GgXxN/s400/IMGP1048.JPG" width="400" /><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0n4LOEyXvqs0V3eOBmkqx1OV9pyM3l-eFc48wn2em3dDjxboCXpx846xrrSSWaaZNMOjo998mi-WTUgjkJYxnsIm_z081yZYtSf2i64wLtLQflIuUaMP0VMj32ELgo8NwDhwyKN-kAKf/s1600/IMGP1030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0n4LOEyXvqs0V3eOBmkqx1OV9pyM3l-eFc48wn2em3dDjxboCXpx846xrrSSWaaZNMOjo998mi-WTUgjkJYxnsIm_z081yZYtSf2i64wLtLQflIuUaMP0VMj32ELgo8NwDhwyKN-kAKf/s320/IMGP1030.jpg" width="240" /></a><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It wouldn't be a bunky without bunks... it's a real luxury to sleep in a real bed at the end of the day rather than in a tent on the ground! Makes all the difference. There's loads of storage space under the beds. When we closed up everything to leave, we put plastic over the beds - the plastic the bunks came in. We also packed the cooking gear, crockery and cutlery into the totes, as well as clothes and stuff, so the dust won't get at them. We'll see whether things got mouldy and/or dusty when we make our first trip there in the spring! We're really looking forward to making more progress this year: our main goal is to build a deck outside which will be the outdoor living area. Being off the ground, which is either wet or dusty, will make life a lot more pleasant! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then there's the shower fund: I've been collecting loonies towards buying an instant hot water thingy from Canadian Tire so we can have decent showers. This will be the ultimate luxury!! Those showers at Squirrel Cove are too disgusting for words... eeeyooo.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I said in a previous posting winter is the time to plan and, with that in mind, we have been giving plenty of thought to the design of the main house, the dock and more. We went to the Vancouver Boat Show where we spotted our next boat (haha!) but more importantly we spoke to several companies that build docks. We're currently thinking a cantilevered dock might be a great idea so that the ramp is not damaged if a winter storm batters the floating portion of the dock.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I think I might have a way to build the main house in phases, so perhaps we build a small 1st phase in order to enjoy life on the sunny side of the Republic more quickly. But before I can start working on that, I have to finish the project in Nanaimo. And therein lies another tale, and a whole 'nother set of problems!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-31981917315708073192010-08-08T12:06:00.000-07:002012-01-16T13:01:32.805-08:00Hot August DaysOn our latest trip to the Republic from July 30th - August 3rd, we had a number of firsts.<br />
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1. There was no rain - just hot, dusty summer days. Quite a difference! Thank goodness we had breezes most of the time otherwise I truly wouldn't have lasted - I'm not good with too much heat.<br />
2. We had guests this time: the very brave Hetheringtons, who slept in tents and made do with our supremely limited facilities! Dave helped Neville with the roof shingles, and an extra pair of hands is always a huge help.<br />
3. Neville got to go fishing! He, Dave and Calvin got up early one morning and headed out. Alas, no-one caught anything, however, they saw dolphins and seals and if it were me, the dolphins would more than make up for everything.<br />
4. Although we got in the ferry line-up at Whaletown at 9.30am, we had problems getting on a ferry, finally getting onto the 3.50pm ferry... usually we are prepared for one sailing wait, but this time the busy tourist season, combined with a dangerous cargo sailing and the busiest long weekend of the year ganged up against us. Luckily we had loads of food and drinks, but the book I started reading (not a trashy novel, sadly, a good book :) just didn't grab me, so I was bored. Then I discovered I'd brought my new Dwell magazine with me and that kept me going for a few hours. Hopefully that ferry wait was a LAST as well.<br />
5. We used the showers at Squirrel Cove. Can't wait to get our instant hot water set-up going so we don't have to do THAT again.<br />
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In the end we didn't achieve much by way of building, in fact I think the only thing that happened was half the roof is now covered in shingles (the big half). Very importantly, Nev also rigged up a clothesline for the boat, which means the boat is now happily moored no matter what level the tide is. <br />
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So what did we learn on this trip? Never go to The Seagull Republic on the August long weekend, for one, or at least don't leave on the Monday or Tuesday. But the biggest lesson is to take some time to do something nice and enjoy the island... all work is not the way this was supposed to be. Are you listening, Nibblet??<br />
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We just completed our longest visit to the Seagull Republic and (drumroll, please) we spent our first night there ever. We went up on Saturday, June 26th and came back Saturday, July 3rd. Sadly, our Simon & Garfunkel reunion concert has been cancelled, so we didn't have to rush back for that on the 3rd.<br />
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Having booked just two nights in the Cortes Island motel, the plan was to install the composting toilet in our now enclosable outhouse (see blog entry dd June 2nd) on day 1, and then camp in our large tent ("instant cabin") as soon as that was in. However, we ran into Scott, other half of Delia, a local couple we met 2 years back, while waiting for the tide to get high enough to launch the boat when we arrived, and he echoed an opinion we'd been offered before that camping in wolf territory with a large dog was not a great idea. Neville was still pretty gung-ho, but I think the wolfpack decided it once and for all when they set up howling and yapping while we were there on Sunday.<br />
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Judging by the noise, it's a huge pack and we heard them several times a day. Although it seems they're still in the Von Donop Inlet area on the other side of Squirrel Cove, wolves travel fast and we know they've been on our land because we have found deer bones and bits of seal on what we fondly call "The Killing Field", a flat piece of land at the highwater mark where we unload the boat.<br />
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What to do? We desperately want to be able to stay on The Republic and leave the motel with its 70's sun filter drapes and brown lino for the last time. And then it struck me: build a lean-to outhouse on the side of the already-built outhouse and sleep in the outhouse. Make sense? <br />
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So we spent Sunday sketching out a new "room" for what was to become in effect our bunky, and on Monday I "popped" into Campbell River to buy all the lumber while Nev stayed on The Republic to continue putting the cedar siding on our wee house. <br />
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Let me explain what popping into CR really means... it means getting in the ferry line up from Cortes at least an hour beforehand to make sure you get on the boat (I did), doing the usual chase across Quadra Island to catch the ferry to CR from Quatiaski Cove, and then doing the 10 minute trip across the strait. The glitch being the Quadra-CR ferry was full when I got in line, so I had to wait for the next sailing. Once in CR, I headed straight to Home Depot... yes, yes, disgusting big box store and all that, but it is on that side of town (not hard in a town like CR) and we had decided to suss out those ugle pre-cut lean-to kits in the interest of a quick build just in case it made sense. Turns out they don't sell them.<br />
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A sweet young thing helped me load up my cart with 2X6's, 2X4's, floorboards, rafters and a bunch of other items (I got their last 14 joist hangers!) and even made several cuts for me free of charge. By then I'd been there over an hour, and since they don't sell shakes/shingles, I still had to head out to the the mill to buy a bundle of shingles! So much for my dream of a quick detour at Starbucks to catch up with my inner city girl. <br />
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Get to the mill and the sign on the office door said "Office Closed - please speak to Larry in the mill". In true Canadian style, although everything was wide open, Larry and everyone else were nowhere to be found. I had almost given up hope when I spotted him shovelling wood chips. After shoving a $20 bill into his hand, I had just enough time to race back to the ferry terminal where fortune smiled upon me when BCF staff loaded those of us heading for Cortes first, to ensure we'd make the 5.05 from Heriot Bay to Whaletown! Phew!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border: currentColor;">Tuesday we started building: site clearing meant cutting a log and some scrappy selal. Once we put in two posts, we built a real quick floor system.</div><div style="border: currentColor;"><br />
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I made it sound easy, but it wasn't. We discovered, even after all our planning, that the roof line would be too low if we installed the rafters on the vertical, so we ended up using them on the flat, which means it's still tight, but a normal size human can still sit on the WC with an inch or two to spare above their head. We also couldn't follow the existing roof line, so we used a different pitch and it looks quite nice. Another woops - somehow one of our carefully installed 4X4 posts must've been bumped and was not quite plumb - if you look you can see it in the pics. This made nailing the siding on a pain since we were using pre-cut lengths. <br />
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In the interests of getting the thing built as quickly as possible, the designer on site (moi) had to drill, saw and hammer whenever a tool became available, ie when the construction manager was doing something else. For the first time ever. Sometimes I impress myself. No wonder it rained on Thursday.<br />
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After that it was back to work even though we were so tired it was hard to move. And before dark Nev got reaquainted with an old camping tradition: manually pumping up the airbed with a beer in hand. He hasn't had to do that since I bought the new mattress which comes with 12V pump! No such luxury on The Republic yet though. Yukon had never seen the pump before and did not know what to make of it! I think he thought he needed to protect Neville from the new wierd beast.<br />
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To use a realty term, our little bunky turned out real COSY. The mattress took up the entire floor, which meant Yukon got to sleep with us, which he's never done before, and he's now 135lbs of dog!! <br />
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Notwithstanding the cosiness, it was pretty chilly, so I struggled to get to sleep... and when I finally did, I was woken by Nev who'd gone to check on the boat (no dock, so we have to be sure it's floating with the tide as per lessons learnt last visit). "I think the boat is sinking," he said. My first thought was, "what on earth did we do wrong THIS time??". Although I didn't think it that politely. The F word was in there somewhere. Fortunately by the time we got back down there, the boat was floating, bilge pump going like crazy and all we can think is that the boat got caught up on a rocky ledge, starting filling with water, and then dropped off whatever it was caught on and righted itself. Phew again!!<br />
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For those of you who haven't nodded off while reading this blog, I can tell you, in closing, that we did manage to have a little down time while we were there, with Rick stopping by and us stopping to say hi to Scott and Delia who were at Nan's place putting in a new deck for her. Very civilised and a wonderful taste of visits to come.<br />
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We have decided to build a larger cabin next year (don't get excited, it'll only have a 400sf footprint), and are seriously researching putting in a dock. On our next visit on the August long weekend, we intend to install two bunks in the bunky so Yukon has place to sleep on the floor. And we hope to finish the roof and do away with the tarp!<br />
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</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-63234611232846142152010-06-23T13:45:00.000-07:002010-06-23T13:45:46.001-07:00Why the three-legged stool model of sustainability is a load of BSIf ever there was a wake-up call to those who like to spout off about sustainability being a three-legged stool, the devastating oil spill in the Gulf is it. Only because it's topical and top-of-mind, because there are plenty other signs that have been ignored.<br />
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Back to the spill. Here's a prime example of how people and their economy cannot exist without the environment, although the environment would be hugely better off without either. <br />
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Experts have been stating for years that the biggest threat to mankind is global warming - crops failing, flooding, droughts leading to wildfires. What does it take to get the message through that, without a healthy planet on which to live, humankind is doomed? With or without money and jobs. Doesn't matter - you kill the environment and humankind dies, too, no matter how much money you have.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-33135595767563626512010-06-02T16:16:00.000-07:002010-06-02T16:34:24.712-07:00So much to learn...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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With so much work and a milestone birthday in this particular week, I scrambled to get everything packed the day before, mainly food since we were booked into Cortes Island Motel for this trip and so we didn't need to pack camp gear (which is the easy part since it's mostly prepacked). Needless to say, this didn't work out so well. Lesson 1. Plan and prepare properly... no garlic for Nev's famous BBQ acorn squash is a major no-no. Never mind other essentials such as a spare pair of jeans (it was raining), the right boots for wading, you get the drift. It was way too cold still for my ATS's (All Terrain Sandals) which the locals certainly commented upon more than once. I'm sure we're the wrong kind of legends already.<br />
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Lesson 2 we learned or maybe didn't, we don't know. We thought we did everything right to start with. Suffice to say we got all the way to the Horseshoe Bay Ferry Terminal and then the boat trailer came off and crashed into the back of the pickup. Dinged the tailgate slightly, blew the whole canopy window out. Gave us a fright I must say, sparks all over the road and all that. But how could the trailer NOT have been on right if we got all the way down through the Village (including over the speedbumps at the school), all the way along the Sea to Sky, through the U-turn at Caulfeild, only to have the trailer come off when we were slowly cruising off the highway? We do recall there being autoglass in the prow of the boat when we bought it and now we think this has happened before. We'll never know, but we did replace the ball at Skipper's Marine in Nanaimo. <br />
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Lesson 3 was a reminder that no matter what, take everything you need plus some spares since buying on Cortes is not really an option a) because they might not have it and b) Squirrel Cove Store is even more expensive than the Lions Bay Store, which is quite an achievement. So when we got to the motel (same crappy room as last time because we have a dog) and found there was even LESS in the kitchenette than last time, life got just that much more difficult around dinner time. <br />
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Oh, and when I say take everything, I mean it - a spare watch would have meant a great deal indeed on Day 2. As the main picture shows, you gotta keep an eye on the tides, so if your watch says it's 10.03am, and when you look again it's still 10.03am and you haven't actually CHECKED on the boat with your own TWO EYES, this is what happens. That's LESSON 3 right there. It didn't really matter because we worked till late anyway. But it is an important lesson to learn. It would also help to learn it the first time since we managed to forget the boat twice (on day 4 as well). Not a problem of course when you have a dock, which we don't yet.<br />
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We erected the three walls we had framed last year and stick framed the fourth. This provided me with the yurt (square) I have always wanted :) and a dry spot to keep lunch and other stuff.<br />
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And this is what 5 layers of clothing looks like on.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Lesson 4 was a little more serious: when we tried to leave the Republic and head back to Squirrel Cove on Saturday evening, I pushed the boat off before we got the engine started (lesson 4.1). The engine never started (lesson 4.2) and we had to row to get back to our little cove. 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</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-59977587236446478202009-12-10T14:59:00.000-08:002009-12-10T15:20:45.810-08:00Sustainability begins with meThere was a chilling story on one of the TV news broadcasts last night. Can't remember which one. When I tell you, you're going to think it's one of those end-of-the-worlder's fundamentalist stories, but it happened in Africa - Somalia, I think - and it's probably the first time I've seen such a story reported in the international media and it almost makes me want to start stockpiling things.<br />
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In short, it was about a man in one of those drought-devastated areas who was attacked by men with machine guns - they shot up some of his family and (wierdly) his animals that had not yet died from starvation and drought to get hold of his land, which is one of the few pieces of land around that neck of the woods (woops, no woods there) that still has some grass and a little well or stream providing water. THEY KILLED HIM FOR HIS FOOD AND WATER. Got that?<br />
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One only has to look around for stories about unusual weather that has destroyed the food crops we're used to finding in our stores - tomatoes from California, oranges from Florida, wheat from the prairies, garlic in Asia, you probably heard many more and watched food prices jump accordingly, or saw some products disappear off the shelves. <br />
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In Vancouver, it is hard to convince anyone that water will be the next oil, not only for drinking, but for irrigation and hydro power, because, well... we have so much of it. But in August this year, Vancouver was hotter and drier than ever before in history. Scary thing is, here in Lions Bay, the new Village Manager reports that water usage levels in August remained exactly the same, even after water restrictions were introduced. Of course no-one ENFORCED these restrictions, heaven forbid we "whip" people into complying, as one resident termed it. It's as if no-one can see that only a united effort will ensure a future for us all... CO2 knows no borders, so climate change isn't about one country or another, same as it's not about one neighbour doing his bit, but not the guy next door.<br />
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The point is, we're in this together, like it or not. We only have this one planet. No matter who destroys it, we all are doomed unless we start making it well enough to sustain us going forward.<br />
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Irritating, to say the least, for those of us who are doing our bit. Nope, that's not nearly the right word... infuriating, maybe? Terrifying, in those wee wakeful hours of the night? <br />
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But even if you "don't believe" in climate change, if you extrapolate the story of the African man above to its logical conclusion, if we don't act now and food crops fail and water resources dry up, there will come a time when some will kill others for food and water all around the world in order to survive, just as polar bears are now known to be resorting to cannibalism in order to survive. <br />
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How can you not see this? And how can you not do your part? It's not difficult, truly.<br />
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So here's a little ditty in the making from me. It has no music yet and there are only a couple of verses (or maybe a verse and a bridge, or verse and chorus, I don't know yet). And those who know me know I am not really advocating we forget about the polar bears and the whales, in fact, a percentage of my business profits will go to World Wildlife Fund Canada to help protect the polar bears and more.<br />
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In this song I am trying to appeal to those selfish individuals who think "they" should do something about climate change, or more commonly, they chide "the government" for not doing anything (including you, Mr Ignatieff and Mr Layton). <br />
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Who cares what happens at Copenhagen? Each one of us has the power to make a difference, no matter how simple, and cut our CO2 emmission and energy usage. Drive less, switch off the lights, reduce your waste, recycle, grow food not flowers, cook in a pot on the range and not your oven, hang clothes to dry and get rid of the dryer, select the recycled paper in Staples above the other stuff, it's all about simple choices, and it starts with me, and it starts with you. Tell a friend (or a stranger, except mostly they don't like it very much, but your friends will still love you).<br />
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Anyway, here's the song thus far. Feel free to suggest some verses.<br />
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Yup, I could wait for "they", or wait for "them",<br />
Maybe I should wait for the govern-ment?<br />
But in the end, in reality,<br />
Sustainability begins with ME.<br />
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Forget about the polar bears, forget about the whales...<br />
what you gonna do when YOUR food crops fail?<br />
What you gonna do when your water's all gone?<br />
It's already real, just look around.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-15363996201952288452009-10-06T11:40:00.000-07:002009-10-06T11:40:31.219-07:00If I were to pick a builder right now...... this would be them. I wrote an article on these guys for Cottage Magazine and I love the way they work, and what they build. I think the pics speak for themselves.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Personally, I would like an open-plan home where the timbers are exposed on the interior, so you can enjoy the organic texture of the wood (how tactile is that?!) and combine that with a clean-lined, more contemporary style.<br />
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</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-59561005336126782752009-09-24T12:44:00.000-07:002009-09-24T13:09:44.314-07:00Tis the season to plan and dream.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsM51PHqAxq9S-9rma6G5mw8CkHu8flu-xICUMfkEl3kcI5nyRGvc9U10HYXFvBRAsxeQpMv_1r-S5cZB51IESzt_QIxCi8eSPttdheBIeLzDzBQ_7f5hRVbT6LOFCY0yNHwWYUPB9fN0/s1600-h/Cabin+sketch1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385128592181018658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTsM51PHqAxq9S-9rma6G5mw8CkHu8flu-xICUMfkEl3kcI5nyRGvc9U10HYXFvBRAsxeQpMv_1r-S5cZB51IESzt_QIxCi8eSPttdheBIeLzDzBQ_7f5hRVbT6LOFCY0yNHwWYUPB9fN0/s320/Cabin+sketch1.jpg" /></a> Until we have a place to stay other than a tent, there is not much we can do over the Fall and Winter months to further our dream Republic. However, 'tis the ideal season for planning and design, so we thought a quick overnight trip to Cortes Island on a relatively good weather weekend would be a good thing (see previous blog re site measurements/plan) so that I can begin on our (currently favoured) design for the main house (sketches above - no comments on how on earth I'm going to deal with snowload on this roof, pse).<br /><div></div><br /><div>Unfortunately, we have guests in the B&B for 3 nights this weekend coming (think of the money, Penny) and the weekend thereafter, looks like Nev and the work crowd are finally going fishing (hard to begrudge this). Weekend after is Thanksgiving, a vague possibility for a trip except we accepted a booking on the Monday evening (lady coming back from Cortes!), so it will have to be a quick trip indeed.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In the interim, I have switched from presenting Green Building at Lighthouse to manning the resource centre once a week, which is an amazingly timeous opportunity, because that's where their library of sustainable materials are kept, along with lists of suppliers and other interesting contacts. And at least I will feel like I'm contributing while learning more, even though I am nuts about materials and finishes, so am pretty clued up, even if I say so myself. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This also ties in very fortuitously with my decision (at last) to start a small "green" design business. It is after all why I went back to school, and presents the same opportunity to change old, unsustainable design and renovation practices one homeowner at a time. Wish me luck and watch this space!</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-39674254297632366952009-09-19T14:54:00.001-07:002009-09-19T15:40:09.664-07:00More learning.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbS_pJjmn6jX4z6bR8MWch5DOW7UhjJi2Fpz_hLcXmXTCg0wpFOUCPnhJekY7UwD8U5u1TuXVU8jvGuU74eMvytVC9I_EBAp_7FJowh2r3syAIzktoVmvrW_0YIMZrj4s0dKuHVMwnPLU/s1600-h/Concrete+floor+lo-res.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383309739855377010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbS_pJjmn6jX4z6bR8MWch5DOW7UhjJi2Fpz_hLcXmXTCg0wpFOUCPnhJekY7UwD8U5u1TuXVU8jvGuU74eMvytVC9I_EBAp_7FJowh2r3syAIzktoVmvrW_0YIMZrj4s0dKuHVMwnPLU/s320/Concrete+floor+lo-res.gif" /></a> I started my Construction 1A Course on Wednesday and I am stoked. It is really basic, and fortunately I do know some of the terminology and techniques involved already, so I think I will be OK. Put it this way, I was way more worried about passing the Built Green exam and that turned out OK.<br /><div><div><div></div><br /><div>What's exciting is knowing that in a few weeks' time I will be able to put together a set of drawings for a house. That's the thing with BCIT courses - you start out wondering how you will ever learn everything on the course schedule, but by around week 9 you think "wow, look how much we've learned!".</div><div></div><br /><div>We saw a house on the Extreme Homes TV show today. It's in Phoenix, AZ so obviously a whole other weather area, however, it was exactly how I would build the main cabin if budget permits. It's built into the rock of a mountain, and it would work fantastically on our gully site. The trick, they said, was to cut a laser line into the rock to the depth of around 3" and then scribe the glazing into it using lots of silicone. The end result is a rock wall inside the house, which merges seamlessly into the rock. Wish I had a pic of it to stick in my design sketch book. </div><br /><div></div><div>The latest Dwell mag features a house in California with stunning bare concrete floors. That's it at the top of this posting. It also has the front door I dream of having. Sooo... how do we make THIS happen? It would help to have accurate site measurements on the main building site. We haven't done this yet. We actually started doing a site map for the teeny cabin site: we did it on the visit earlier this year when Delia gave us a ride. It's a standing joke between us now. I took ONE measurement to avoid having to cut down a scrawny young arbutus tree and the joke is that even though I only took one measurement, I drew the dimension incorrectly... the 10' is to the FRONT of the rock, not the back. That's it.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67AYyrdfH9WV3zSdrTYHWtAq3MsuH1SU5w1r2ZhKMJaQgCKGAUANsj7CGauvQdZPKK4Lorq21IaYDwZQcFlJrDZMwz909MgHHyD1nACccFCKsbn2rsQWkGTrE7dfuLWyZUYen0-vsHnu0/s1600-h/Front+Door-swivel+lo+res.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383309212274673778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi67AYyrdfH9WV3zSdrTYHWtAq3MsuH1SU5w1r2ZhKMJaQgCKGAUANsj7CGauvQdZPKK4Lorq21IaYDwZQcFlJrDZMwz909MgHHyD1nACccFCKsbn2rsQWkGTrE7dfuLWyZUYen0-vsHnu0/s320/Front+Door-swivel+lo+res.gif" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoaCna54Kx0oTa0ynQiNLRaWk0b2Xyaj-3I2avGEqvUhqYyeIN6QuOnFQKqcGdQ8sbd_K3EZ1T0MsRbLmhylV6z_96vNzViXZvpW-gAu-9FfIl_huZ4gcXz5Xp9IpROIj1qQ-kdhb5XLD/s1600-h/1st+site+measurement+w-+arbutus+lo+res.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383311012542102466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoaCna54Kx0oTa0ynQiNLRaWk0b2Xyaj-3I2avGEqvUhqYyeIN6QuOnFQKqcGdQ8sbd_K3EZ1T0MsRbLmhylV6z_96vNzViXZvpW-gAu-9FfIl_huZ4gcXz5Xp9IpROIj1qQ-kdhb5XLD/s320/1st+site+measurement+w-+arbutus+lo+res.gif" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoaCna54Kx0oTa0ynQiNLRaWk0b2Xyaj-3I2avGEqvUhqYyeIN6QuOnFQKqcGdQ8sbd_K3EZ1T0MsRbLmhylV6z_96vNzViXZvpW-gAu-9FfIl_huZ4gcXz5Xp9IpROIj1qQ-kdhb5XLD/s1600-h/1st+site+measurement+w-+arbutus+lo+res.gif"></a> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoaCna54Kx0oTa0ynQiNLRaWk0b2Xyaj-3I2avGEqvUhqYyeIN6QuOnFQKqcGdQ8sbd_K3EZ1T0MsRbLmhylV6z_96vNzViXZvpW-gAu-9FfIl_huZ4gcXz5Xp9IpROIj1qQ-kdhb5XLD/s1600-h/1st+site+measurement+w-+arbutus+lo+res.gif"></a> </div></div></div></div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-43435645650236543582009-09-15T15:14:00.001-07:002009-09-15T15:33:10.407-07:00Norpine Cabins<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7qMzyik-dn-5G01kZ176sHUP28Q4BebegjaltJltJqr5JtRYtuzudNJR9CQ6p5ir44SyTtDnUapoZ4BMxs1RNQX0N_wTCvcu6-ZO2vXRPL0fOhP_BI2VRIa9yKDcCyopXnwpj_kr-pQc/s1600-h/Norpine+Fraser+Cabin.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381824598538486914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL7qMzyik-dn-5G01kZ176sHUP28Q4BebegjaltJltJqr5JtRYtuzudNJR9CQ6p5ir44SyTtDnUapoZ4BMxs1RNQX0N_wTCvcu6-ZO2vXRPL0fOhP_BI2VRIa9yKDcCyopXnwpj_kr-pQc/s320/Norpine+Fraser+Cabin.jpg" /></a> I decided to follow up on those prefab cabins they are selling through Home Depot, my most UNfavourite bog-box store. You know the joke - HD employs 3,000 people (or whatever) and they're all at the same store somewhere else... hate going in there.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyway, worth a quick price check for the bunky. The Norpine website is <a href="http://www.norpineproducts.com/">http://www.norpineproducts.com/</a>. I checked on the Fraser, Mackenzie and Palliser because we really want something with a small footprint. I think the Palliser might even be too big.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>Called 2 HD stores: at Campbell River everyone was "helping other customers" (yeah, yeah, all other customers are more important than me), but I managed to establish all HDs charge the same for the cabins. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I then called the Abbotsford branch, because having bought the composting toilet there, I know they have a number of older, experienced, English-speaking employees who are very helpful. However, they had no prices and no phone number on record, but the kind chap I spoke to told me to look them up under Winton Global, which is how I arrived at Tammy. Who was FULL of info and advice and gave me all the prices and then some. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since we will be building on a pier and beam foundation, it looks like the cheapest we can go is the Fraser (16' X 20') at $20,749. We can do our own siding if we don't want the log-look - subtract $4,080 and buy your own siding plus Tyvek instead. I do like the metal roof and it comes in BLUE! Ha! Of course, there are other colours as well. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>But when I look at it, I could probably buy enough lumber for my own design for less. If I design it right, I can have minimal waste on materials too. Interesting though. </div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>For the record, the Mackenzie came in at around $27,887. </div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-9261568098903798892009-09-15T13:03:00.001-07:002009-09-15T13:52:23.975-07:00Root cellars again, and propane refrigerators.OK, I see what they're doing: it's an underground or bermed "room". Of course the temp is lower in winter and higher in summer, but still cooler than ambient. It needs to be ventilated and drained properly and the reason it's called a root cellar is because it appears to be a storage area for produce. But one chap says he can keep milk in his till the sell by date, so I think it'll be good for many things except potentially meat and keeping beer and wine chilled. Kinda knew that though.<br /><br />Useful, but we'll still need a small propane refrigerator. We will need around $1,000 for a small one, I think. The solar power models are even more expensive... oh well. The bunky is not supposed to be kitted out though - we put real budget into the building of the main house for appliances, but not the bunky. Dreams don't come cheap. That's what research is for.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-10366015052885105062009-09-14T15:12:00.000-07:002009-09-14T15:59:18.342-07:00It's a process, not an overnight thing.My friend Barb and I had lunch on Friday. It was truly wonderful to see her again, as always. Lo and behold, she too is contemplating an alternative place to live, and a more suitable way of life. I hesitate to say alternative, because I think it's a choice, not an opt-out, as some city dwellers seem to think.<br /><br />When I called Barb today, she was in front of her PC, looking at properties. This is something Nev and I spent literally hundreds of hours doing before buying The Seagull Republic. In fact, it was an obsession all of its own. We had The Tree House on the market at one point in order to be able to move forward with our plans, but truthfully, we weren't ready to sell. Or were we? You see, none of this happens overnight; it's more like a process one goes through, from the dream, through the thinking, the research, the planning and then the hardcore business of it all: the financing, negotiating, building, moving and more.<br /><br />Those central stages involved a lot of math: running the numbers on umpteen spreadsheets, such as what do we actually need to live? What will it cost? What will cost less and what will cost more? For instance, one has to have a boat, a dock, and insurance, to name a few items that would cost more, but food and heating may cost less, depending. Some items didn't figure much in our planning, for example, we don't often buy take out, mainly because there isn't any in Lions Bay (!) but also because truthfully it's tastier, healthier and CHEAPER to eat at home. But I guess for others, this could be a huge saving outside the city.<br /><br />A vital part of our research was definitely visiting numerous little places around Vancouver Island and particular properties. We spent a small fortune on ferries, B&B's and, most expensive of all, water taxis. Those guys are usually fishing guides (or similar) using their boats as taxis only when they are not taking tourists out fishing. So typically they were as much as $100 an hour. This is something one should take into account when thinking about a recreational/rural property... even the looking ain't cheap if you're looking at an island or boat access only spot.<br /><br />It helped that we spent many hours online narrowing our search down according to our pre-determined criteria: Must be 1. on the ocean 2. boat access only 3. must have a great view with mountains. FYI we got 2 1/2 out of 3 in The Republic, but you can't help yourself when you fall in love... and that's what this is all about, falling in love with a spot. You don't SETTLE when it's the dream. You ask yourself, "is this the dream?" - and Nev was good at asking this - and if the answer is no, you keep looking.<br /><br />We invested in courses, as mentioned somewhere else on this blog, books, trade shows, phone calls and countless hours of research. I still wonder what we'll find to talk about once we've actually built a place and moved in, although I'm certain the learning will continue.<br /><br />Life in Lions Bay has been ideal training for moving to a more remote spot. Living on half an acre of forested land close to the San Andreas fault means we always have to be prepared to take care of ourselves for a few days (technically 3, 7 is better). It's kind of eased us into the rural lifestyle. We have the odd power outage, such as the storm in November 2006 that left us without power for 5 days, but usually it's a day or a few hours. Nevertheless, one has to be able to keep warm because the house gets cold very quickly when it's around zero outside.<br /><br />In 2006, I had to buy a generator to keep the fridge cold and cook dinner. We could have BBQ'ed except Nev was up north at Snap Lake having lobster dinners and warm showers (long story) and I'm not great on the gas BBQ (gas terrifies me to be honest). Luckily it wasn't too cold, and the woodpile meant we had heat (thanks to Nev's diligent wood curing and chopping regime). But you get the idea... our beloved Tree House has been great training for The Seagull Republic.<br /><br />Even now, we are probably not quite at the point of selling The Tree House, buying a small city home and moving permanently to Cortes. Will we ever be? We want to be on the North Shore during the ski season and for Christmas with Lee (which fortunately coincides with the bulk of the hockey season). In short, we want it all. Having said that, when I left Cortes last week, I was very sad to be leaving.<br /><br />This is exactly my point: it's a process. No-one decides to do what we're doing overnight. In my case, it's taken all my life thus far. I moved from the dreaming stage to making it real because it gets to the point where you think, "OK, if this is what we really want, how do we make it happen?". Even then, one has to work through the complexities of everyday life, the reality of that new life, and the most important thing... finances.<br /><br />That's what's so amazing about Canada: one can have a wonderful life almost anywhere and it needn't cost too much. Once one figures out exactly how much money one needs to live on and how one wants to make that money, you can make it happen.<br /><br />But it's a process.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-85738263826894005902009-09-10T18:25:00.000-07:002009-09-10T18:28:30.274-07:00Root cellarsSo I'm reading about root cellars in the latest Cottage Magazine. Basically, an underground refrigerator that stays cool no matter what. Some seem to have sod roofs. Anyway, they of course need no hydro. Reminds me of when we used to keep our drinks cool in the cold Atlantic waters, which makes me wonder how we can submerge perishables in the cool waters around the Republic.<br /><br />Anyway, if anyone stumbles across this blog and has advice for me, please let me know! Will post more info as I research this topic further.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-70748022421312873362009-09-09T14:34:00.000-07:002009-09-09T17:06:12.879-07:0010 Things we learned this time.<strong></strong><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvkHbDWJWqGH8-_otExOg8qsGDtSxzEDxbYlpRBIe1cGf3oBOOC-BodR_SngU497cx_YNEJyILQuN_eGDowULmxwQxgxkh3Gnu5ujG09faBMAfBUIlm64Tr9_IvLGE0GzLwHPTGCQUa7u/s1600-h/IMGP0403.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379585510415159362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvkHbDWJWqGH8-_otExOg8qsGDtSxzEDxbYlpRBIe1cGf3oBOOC-BodR_SngU497cx_YNEJyILQuN_eGDowULmxwQxgxkh3Gnu5ujG09faBMAfBUIlm64Tr9_IvLGE0GzLwHPTGCQUa7u/s320/IMGP0403.JPG" /></a> Every time we have to get up and catch the 6.30am ferry from Horseshoe Bay, we wonder why we didn't book on the 8.30am sailing. However, we didn't, so Friday we heaved ourselves out of bed at 4am, packed the cooler boxes, left home at 5.30am and headed off to The Republic. Not so easy hitching the boat to the truck in the dark (lesson #1). Thus far it's been light when we've left. Note to self: get Nev to put in light on lower parking spot. B&B will need it duing 2010 Olympics anyway. </div><div><br /></div><div>This time we did a tailgate breakfast with the usual B&B leftover buttermilk biscuits (signature item at The Tree House) and as usual with the new ferries we were stuck among all the overheight/overlengths ie 18 wheelers, buses and RVs. The whole Lions Bay Climate Action Task Force volunteer experience has had me quite frustrated lately (see my post title Green Volunteer Grouch) so I have to say I wasn't quite in vacation mode at that point. I was also pretty sleep-deprived, what with a sleepless night during the thunder storm, a late night packing the night before, and two very early starts. I can be quite miserable when I'm that tired (no comments, Nev).<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In fact, I don't think I started unwinding until about 2 days later: unusual, for sure. But we'll get there.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We got to Gorge Harbour Marina on Cortes Island in the early afternoon as planned and managed to set up camp before the rain started. For the record, it didn't stop except for a couple of watery sunny patches, and it's still raining if it's anything like the weather here in Lions Bay today. We got The First in the water at high tide - perfect timing for us, around 6pm. They only charged us $5 to launch when it should be $8 and we told them so. Lesson #2: it's not worth trying to pay more when someone wants you to pay less. Just pay the $5 even though you are not in a kayak.<br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-TXwsA9xe362_fKYigGM0AFfcnGRoKgvMy0Itl5zCJzMt4nuL6ptCmaQvSn0kxF3cjVzADH_CkfwfO8oljDO8fDhaLtB5b9Cop5eBFJxj5o1CgA8xXI2n67sAjkS1m8uwTdw1HvNnTWn/s1600-h/IMGP0411.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379589339657580066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-TXwsA9xe362_fKYigGM0AFfcnGRoKgvMy0Itl5zCJzMt4nuL6ptCmaQvSn0kxF3cjVzADH_CkfwfO8oljDO8fDhaLtB5b9Cop5eBFJxj5o1CgA8xXI2n67sAjkS1m8uwTdw1HvNnTWn/s320/IMGP0411.JPG" /></a> </div><div>We went back to our little campsite, which looked more like a squatter camp by now, what with tarp for outdoor BBQ area etc strung up. We were the only tent there.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I had prepacked and frozen chicken pieces in various marinades, and we chose to BBQ my tandoori chicken, with rice and curried chickpeas I'd made a few days before the trip. Yum. (Recipes at end of this posting specially for Julie.) Those prepacked meat packs worked really well (lesson #3 - do it again). </div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxGIijkhH3N8YGqYyHPXDvqZFlsM2qHajUGaYoDpWLsTjG9ApbM1ip8KgLQ58vpcL2U7_eEh7JEAJu4QA1JQOMgLbcAsvl29wztx2aKemNOyS7Dg_SoLbHw-vV7GOf8dha1dqt10DBAVx/s1600-h/IMGP0407.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379602601252760690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxGIijkhH3N8YGqYyHPXDvqZFlsM2qHajUGaYoDpWLsTjG9ApbM1ip8KgLQ58vpcL2U7_eEh7JEAJu4QA1JQOMgLbcAsvl29wztx2aKemNOyS7Dg_SoLbHw-vV7GOf8dha1dqt10DBAVx/s320/IMGP0407.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div>Got to bed early and slept late because we had a so much rain and even a bit of wind. The sun came out and so did the deer that wander around the camp site eating the little green apples that fall from trees that were probably part of the original orchard.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Decided to go check on The First, but it didn't seem likely we'd be going anywhere given the weather at Gorge Harbour, which is on the west of the island. However, Squirrel Cove was a whole other story: we just had to go over to The Republic. Lesson #4: when camping, always apply sunscreen, because you never know when you're going to be spending time outdoors! Although I didn't get burnt badly; no sting even, just a little heat. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was so amazing to be back on our piece of paradise. I do so love the ocean when it's battleship grey, everything's a little desolate, and the cries of the eagles and the gulls sound completely forlorn... </div><div><br /></div><div>We unloaded the siding to above the highwater mark, but then it started raining again, so we headed back to the government dock. One thing about an aluminum hull is that it's a rough ride when there's a swell of any kind. Kinda fun though; every 7th wave is a big drop like a funfair ride. </div><div><br /></div><div>That night it thundered and lightninged like crazy, which Yukon did not enjoy one bit, although he was as always very well behaved. I got him to lie next to me, which happened to be where we had a few minor drips in the tent, mainly because the fly sheet doesn't cover the 2 sides where the "windows" are. All in all, the tent held out really well. Every now and then a little waterfall would fall off the "portico", as we jokingly call it: the little entryway where we store the cooler boxes. It's not water proof, and unfortunately that's where Nev left his hiking boots so they got completely waterlogged (lesson #5 - keep boots inside tent). </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPDW37pRauX_DnW6mfqGJGQq_5N6qqdxENgp3bPzMEAZ5B8uc7_XD5Jl_2WGNTJ1gwpr_trEmEhvd-TVCNJgICovXsqXw6x5v6svM-tf6XgVdKZVbaisMXYMYiA5hnVs0xaEKhcRLzU1O/s1600-h/IMGP0426.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379598458744735794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPDW37pRauX_DnW6mfqGJGQq_5N6qqdxENgp3bPzMEAZ5B8uc7_XD5Jl_2WGNTJ1gwpr_trEmEhvd-TVCNJgICovXsqXw6x5v6svM-tf6XgVdKZVbaisMXYMYiA5hnVs0xaEKhcRLzU1O/s320/IMGP0426.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div><div>After all the rain and storm we'd had, it was amazing to arrive at Squirrel Cove on Sunday to see the sea as smooth and silvery as as taffeta, hardly a breeze to be found (lesson #6: the weather differs from spot to spot on the island). But we could see the weather moving in from the southeast, so we knew the trip to The Republic would a quick one. All we did was carry the packs of siding to the site of the shed and make sure the tarp was still firmly in place for the winter. I have to admit, the site we've picked for the bunky is truly sheltered from the worst winter winds, because it's on the northwest side of the lot. We will definitely have to take the dock around there for winter storage.<br /><br /></div><div></div><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-fxfS5jcAVgVklw2-DRN-ctTgyvroAZZDityX7A0nFMUi_VrKuvPNfx_Tl2PrZsEw60BCBGv4XKa71eDdsbuERqERSu8B6Zw-_UfUedNgYIj-qNEGhbmTDuaBddxcVe2bLlejnuNDNkY/s1600-h/IMGP0422.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379601235392963538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU-fxfS5jcAVgVklw2-DRN-ctTgyvroAZZDityX7A0nFMUi_VrKuvPNfx_Tl2PrZsEw60BCBGv4XKa71eDdsbuERqERSu8B6Zw-_UfUedNgYIj-qNEGhbmTDuaBddxcVe2bLlejnuNDNkY/s320/IMGP0422.JPG" /></a></p><div><br /><br /></div><div>Yukon seems to have taken to the boat in a big way. He climbed onto the bow and sniffed the wind like a wolf. It was hard to believe this was the dog who wouldn't get in a car when we got him. Lesson #7: it can be done!</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div>Sunday night we BBQ'ed again under our tarp. In the rush to leave The Tree House, I ran out of time to cut herbs from the garden and take them with us. I usually put them in our veggie packs. Although I have to say, lemon juice with our "French condiments" (see pic) is always a pretty good combination.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dIl0FLfcuoMrxPk1xaVnOGMVJL2BpnNUSUZtuft8k_-J5Hzl-opiP47csj-1D1Xj0oBO-kd6f-bxL6j4A3EqIHcCxCGfflfzMaduPdyrWkHN3pScjpxYhUb2FlM5j2EHEDWqBrDJhCyy/s1600-h/IMGP0413.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379600326376804578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dIl0FLfcuoMrxPk1xaVnOGMVJL2BpnNUSUZtuft8k_-J5Hzl-opiP47csj-1D1Xj0oBO-kd6f-bxL6j4A3EqIHcCxCGfflfzMaduPdyrWkHN3pScjpxYhUb2FlM5j2EHEDWqBrDJhCyy/s320/IMGP0413.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Monday morning we had to admit we weren't getting any work done and sitting in the tent was making Nev antsy. I was quite happy reading my trashy novel, or as Kate calls it, "modern women's literature" (the industry calls it "chick lit"). I actually got through the entire 3" book in the trip, for the record.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Given that poor Yukon had been damp for days - and he doesn't like getting his hair wet! - we decided to use the morning's sunny spell, our 30% non-rain in a day Environment Canada said had a 70% chance of rain, to pack up and book into Cortes Island Motel (they take dogs) and move our ferry booking forward from Thursday evening to Tuesday evening. We had to phone the weather line because everything internet on the island got wiped out in the storms, first Telus then Twincom. Lesson #8: go for the satellite internet option on The Republic.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The motel option gave Yukon a chance to dry out, at least. BBQ'ed again though, best meal of the trip, and then Tuesday hopped in the ferry line-up at Whaletown. Yukon had a wonderful time with another large dog - everyone stood around smiling at the 2 of them charging up and down the road. Socialised with everyone as usual and I was sooo sad to be leaving... it would be so nice to be able to STAY. I didn't listen to a single newscast (couldn't anyway) or see a newspaper in all the time we were there and it didn't bug me at all. For the first time since being in SA in 2006, it didn't bother me at all. (I felt so isolated while in SA, when I came home I became news-obsessed, watching CBC, CNN, some BBC and both local channels almost all day long. I'm sure this is not good.)</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Made it to Campbell River no problems - had a great chat with Gordon from Cranbrook in the CR lineup - and had a wicked lunch of fish and chips (the only time we don't call them fries). For the record, they let us take Yukon on the patio with us! </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>On the road to Nanaimo it became clear we'd be there way earlier than our 7pm sailing reservation, so we called to switch to the 5pm sailing. Lesson #9: you have to make the change at least 2 1/2 hours before your booking, which we missed by 30 minutes. But it was a charmed trip - they put on an extra sailing due to the volumes and we were put on the 4pm sailing, among the normal size cars, which means we were on an open parking deck WITH VIEWS!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Somewhere between the sound of the rain on the tent in the dark, the mindless storyline of abovementioned book and the gentle rhythm of Cortes, I came to the decision that life is too short to let things like the aggravations of getting involved in Lions Bay grind one down (lesson #10, and the biggest lesson learned this trip) and that I would resign from the LB CATF. However, I'll stick with Lighthouse for now and see how things progress. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I also found a focus for moving forward with something interior design-related and we'll have to see how that unfolds. It involves making some money, which is good. Truth be told, I'm quite excited about it. As a start I'm having lunch with my friend Barb from school. I think together we can hatch some plans, whatever they might be.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>Tandoori Chicken Recipe</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div>Ingredients:</div><div>Skinless chicken thighs (choose how many you need)</div><div>About 1 C plain yoghurt (no-fat if you like, and you might need more if you're doing a lot of chicken)</div><div>2 T Curry paste or more (I found a great Tandoori one in the store, but I think curry powder would also work)</div><div>Some fresh chopped garlic (one or two cloves)</div><div></div><div></div><div>Method:</div><div>Mix everything and marinade chicken thighs overnight or longer. You can even freeze the chicken in the marinade (my fave trick) so it marinades while defrosting.</div><div></div><div>BBQ until cooked, basting as you go. We are going to try this on a piece of foil until cooked, then put on grill to char because the chicken dries out easily if you're not careful.</div><div></div><div></div><div>You can also cook in the oven at 400 degrees F on a rack on a baking tray, turning once, until cooked. Then raise the shelf so the chicken is closer to the grill and grill until slightly charred. I did this and next time I will not use a rack until I get to the grilling part.</div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Curried Chick Peas (can be served warm or at room temp)</strong></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><div>You can use canned chick peas, but I soak dried chick peas overnight and cook in pressure cooker with salt till cooked but intact. You need to have enough water in the pot to cover the peas plus a little and I cook them with only one ring showing for about 22 minutes. </div><div></div><div></div><div>Drain chick peas and for around 2C of CP's, add 2t curry powder, about 1/4 of a largish onion, chopped very finely, plus about 1/4 of a large red bell pepper, also finely chopped. Check seasoning (salt and freshly ground black pepper) and mix. I have also used my own curry spice blend that I got years back from my friend Shads (top secret). You could also add finely chopped garlic if you're not dating :) and if you have fresh cilantro, one of my favourite herbs, add that, too. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>You can serve immediately, but as with all curry dishes, keeping it in the refrigerator for a couple of days improves the flavour. It's a great dish to take to BBQs because you can prep it beforehand and it's not expensive, so you can scale it up to suit the number of guests you have.</div><div></div><div>Also good mixed with white basmati rice as a side dish to a curry.</div><div></div><div>NOTE: the formatting is bloody awful, I know, but I've been fiddling with it for a while and nothing is working so I'm publishing this now so I can start cooking dinner!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-235239753419764192009-09-09T12:20:00.000-07:002009-09-09T14:34:09.269-07:00In which I find my anthem.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGXuLFtzJQ7ZBgEJuB6M6Jr4N72BenMzyw82s6Z_cDwWqr774MjWxU5dgGzLGaCwpomQqbguTo6K2fza-L93BCr1U-5Ea4kGeNQy8qs8sdFYmMFChaPaS-OwFEMGs1g0XO7r73D0LrCm2/s1600-h/Coast+Mt+and+Lions+Bay.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379584038757804882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGXuLFtzJQ7ZBgEJuB6M6Jr4N72BenMzyw82s6Z_cDwWqr774MjWxU5dgGzLGaCwpomQqbguTo6K2fza-L93BCr1U-5Ea4kGeNQy8qs8sdFYmMFChaPaS-OwFEMGs1g0XO7r73D0LrCm2/s320/Coast+Mt+and+Lions+Bay.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Two things happened the day before we returned to The Seagull Republic.<br /><br />First, we received a mail from Shona in which she wrote, about my blog, "... we are answerable to God for our care of the earth. It is our responsibility to undo as much as we can the damage already done, and to make our contribution in creatively saving the planet and enriching its future. You two are doing your share, thanks!! [I did not post this on your blog, because] I did not want to put people off with my God sentiments. However, I think I am moving more and more towards a sense that this is what God is about."<br /><br />Which is exactly what I believe and then some.<br /><br />Second, I was driving to the store to stock up on provisions for our trip to The Republic and happened to hear "Rocky Mountain High" by John Denver on my satellite radio. Now, I haven't heard this song for years and even when I was listening to John Denver regularly way back when (LOVE his songs) I don't think this was a favourite of mine. My only excuse is I was young and stupid back then. Because it is EXACTLY about me, the whole thing, although maybe it wasn't entirely at that time. It even brought tears to my eyes. I do not apologise for this sappiness at all.<br /><br />I was so desperate to listen to it again that I immediately headed for the nearest mall, and hauled out an HMV gift card I've been carrying around for well over a year. Out of several JD albums, I picked his "Definitive All-time Greatest Hits". And I've been playing track 6 ever since. Well, I did listen to the others eventually, but only because en route to Cortes Island I thought my long-suffering husband might go insane listening to the same track over and over, which is what I do when I'm learning the words to a song prior to working out the chords so I can accompany myself on the guitar. I mean, JD is not for everyone. I remember when he was at the peak of his career they made jokes about his squeaky-clean image like "John Denver took a bath and the soap got clean".<br /><br />And that is how I found my anthem, hippy child that I am.<br /><br />"You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply"... just love it. Here are the words; they speak for themselves.<br /><br /><strong>Rocky Mountain High</strong><br /><br /><em>He was born in the summer of his 27th year</em><br /><em>Coming home to a place he’d never been before</em><br /><em>He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again</em><br /><em>You might say he found a key for every door</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away</em><br /><em>On the road and hanging by a song</em><br /><em>But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care</em><br /><em>It keeps changing fast and it don’t last for long</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>But the Colorado Rocky Mountain High</em><br /><em>I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky</em><br /><em>The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye</em><br /><em>Rocky Mountain High (Colorado), Rocky Mountain High (Colorado)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below</em><br /><em>He saw everything as far as you can see</em><br /><em>And they say he got crazy once, and he tried to touch the sun</em><br /><em>And he lost a friend but kept his memory</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Now he walks in quiet solitude the forests and the streams</em><br /><em>Seeking grace in every step he takes</em><br /><em>His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand</em><br /><em>The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high</em><br /><em>I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky</em><br /><em>You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply</em><br /><em>Rocky Mountain High (Colorado), Rocky Mountain High (Colorado)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear</em><br /><em>Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend</em><br /><em>Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more</em><br /><em>More people, more scars upon the land</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high</em><br /><em>I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky</em><br /><em>I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly</em><br /><em>Rocky Mountain high</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Its a Colorado Rocky Mountain high</em><br /><em>I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky</em><br /><em>Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high</em><br /><em>Rocky Mountain High (Colorado), Rocky Mountain High (Colorado)<br />Rocky Mountain High (Colorado), Rocky Mountain High (Colorado)</em></div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-857751730211961432009-09-03T10:32:00.000-07:002009-09-03T11:14:48.809-07:00Things I think about at 3.24am.After blathering on yesterday about how organised we are re camping these days, today dawned very early for us and it's all I can do to not panic about how much needs to happen today.<br /><br />It didn't help that we had a VERY loud thunderstorm last night, the 2nd or 3rd this season, which is unusual (who doesn't believe in climate change yet??). In short, I've been awake since 3am tickling Yukon, who hates thunderstorms. No sleeping in either, because we had guests in the B&B and we had arranged breakfast for 8.30am which means I have to be in the kitchen at 7.30am looking perky. They were a well traveled, friendly couple from England, so as usual it was pleasant. However, as a not-a-morning person, I'm still stocking up on caffeine in order to think straight.<br /><br />Luckily it poured with rain during the storm, because the last thing we need right now with our forests being so dry (ditto the climate change comment above) is dry lightning and our mountain going up in flames a la California and Kelowna. I lay awake wondering what to grab, apart from our earthquake kit, if we had to leave suddenly. We used to have a pile of "precious things", with a list for each of us, me, Nev and Lee. Mostly it revolved around getting the cats into their boxes (always nigh on impossible) and in the Jeep with a few other things thrown in like Lee's baby photos.<br /><br />But in the disco-like dark last night, all I could think of to grab was our passports (Canadian), my mom's important documents and a few handfuls of photos from the large tote in which most of them are packed. Then it occurred to me that Pee and Vee are away and Cleo the Cat is alone in their house on Bayview, so I would have to dash past there if Carolyn wasn't able to do so.<br /><br />Then I started wondering whether it was thundering at The Seagull Republic, which is also bone dry, and whether our forest there, along with the few giant old-growth trees still standing, would get struck by lightning and flare up. Because then we'd be left with 10 acres of naked rock. And then I wondered whether we would be OK camping under the trees, as we do, and that reminded me that we'd planned to speak to our neighbours about investing in a water cannon in case we have a fire at Boulder Point, which I think we did, or did we?<br /><br />Then I wondered whether this is what it's going to be like having a second property when there's a real house there, complete with furniture and things? We saw a cabin reduced to a concrete slab and a melted roof when we were looking at a property on the Malaspina Peninsula in early 2008. From the first sign of smoke to the nothing-left stage took around 20 minutes. That's it. Gone in 20 minutes. Also an off-the-grid, boat access only spot, and even though the neighbours and some of the guys from the oyster farm came to help, it was too late.<br /><br />Eventually I went full circle and started puzzling about what I need to buy, grocery-wise, today, and so there I was counting meals on my fingers as the rain rattled on the roof and the heavens flashed and rumbled. Then I started mentally inventorying groceries that could get stored on The Republic long term once we have a structure of some sort there so we don't have to schlep too many supplies up there each time we go. Aaahh - the things I can find to worry about at 3.24am each morning...<br /><br />But it looks like it will be chilly for most of our stay on Cortes this time. Not sure if this is good or bad. So we'll have to take something to put underneath the inflatable mattress, otherwise the cold will be seeping up into our bed the whole night, as happened a couple of trips back. Man, was that miserable or what.<br /><br />I forgot to mention our bedding tote yesterday. We use a queen-sized duvet cover as a sheet so we never really have to make a bed, it just stays put. Right now I'm going to pause for a moment to dream about our bunky (next year?). It's going to be 12' X 16' and there'll be a real bed in it, along with 2 comfy chairs, a dresser, a flap-down table, storage and ultimately a small propane fridge. But it'll be cute. I'm going to paint the inside white so it's cabiny even though it will be basic. All we have to do to make this happen is gather some cash, oh, and I need to design it and do the drawings for it. I can only do the construction drawings once I have done the course I'm starting on September 16th.<br /><br />I digress again. So, getting back to shopping: We have an ongoing joke about the boat plug, which Nev removes so that rain can drain out of the boat if it gets under the cover. We only have one and it's not comforting that this itsy-bitsy little plug is "stored" in the centre console of The Tank, with a 1,000 opportunities to get lost each day. And always, when we are launching The First, I ask "did you put the plug in?" at least 10 times (a minute). So a 2nd (or maybe 3rd and 4th) plug is a must on the shopping list today.<br /><br />Which means I should get going right now while Yukon lies in a deep sleep (well, he has been awake all night!) on his mat.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-66450752368156093062009-09-02T15:18:00.000-07:002009-09-02T15:57:51.060-07:00Bring on The Republic!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jyQUSOR3zCvWxgemZ2CItAKvj_CXnGO6ip0v3Oj24iH4f3O5IeHhA-0OLAa7eI1_y07JI8hPXSLEIde4oNvXGiiEYor-IWhnaipsHf_p0I_a1dIDsAc1EnqPD75G5phwEJw2P1DegOjx/s1600-h/IMGP0398.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377006134709398498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jyQUSOR3zCvWxgemZ2CItAKvj_CXnGO6ip0v3Oj24iH4f3O5IeHhA-0OLAa7eI1_y07JI8hPXSLEIde4oNvXGiiEYor-IWhnaipsHf_p0I_a1dIDsAc1EnqPD75G5phwEJw2P1DegOjx/s320/IMGP0398.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Today is Wednesday and we're booked on the 6.30am ferry to Nanaimo on Friday morning. So I have a bunch of things to do to get ready for packing tomorrow night. Luckily, when we got back to Lions Bay last time, I made sure the food tote and our very handy double drawer box thingy had all the necessary items clean and neatly stored inside, ready for this trip.<br /><br />We bought these 2 sets of these drawer thingies for camping a few years back. They are about 24" high and fit nicely into the back of the Jeep, which makes bearproofing the campsite every day real easy... because all the food and food prep stuff is in them, you just heave them into the car when you head out for the day, and voila! No bear attractants left in the camp site. When you get back and it's time to cook dinner, you just haul them out again and they make a very handy counter top next to the picnic table. I added a clip-on cutlery basket on the side for paraphenalia as well.<br /><br />In the interests of cargo space, we are currently using only one set of double drawers: One drawer has all the plates, cutlery and condiments in it. Another has the gas cylinders for the camp stove, BBQ and lights, matches, lighters, candle, bugspray, washing up tubs and more in it, and then the food tote has cereals, cans, fruit and veg in it. We take as much stuff as we can with us, because groceries are expensive on the island. All we buy is ice and bread, the latter being locally made and truly awesome (and healthy).<br /><br />We have a large cooler box for milk, butter, the meat for BBQ'ing, which we pack frozen, yoghurt and other perishables, and a smaller cooler box for pop, wine and beers. That's why we need the ice. We learned a lesson in August when every boat that docked at Gorge Harbour or Squirrel Cove stocked up on ice and for 3 days there was none to be had. Ultimately we want a small propane fridge in the bunky, but for now we're doing fine.<br /><br />Of course there are no bears on Cortes Island or The Republic, just wolves, cougars, deer, raccoons and so on. But these drawer thingies are a great way to make sure the whole camping experience is organised and easy to manage.<br /><br />Getting back to the upcoming trip: I might just take the laptop with me and write a blog entry every evening while Nev is BBQ'ing. That way I have a record of what we managed to get done each day, and what we learned.<br /><br />This might be due to seeing the movie "Julie and Julia" yesterday: I get it, I really do. Even though no-one is reading this blog, it'll be a record of how The Seagull Republic came to be for us. It might be a resource of Lessons Learned in the future, who knows?<br /><br />At the very least, it keeps me occupied and un-bored. While writing, the flow and rhythm of the words make me forget how frustrated I am with the projects I vounteered for, the fact that we have limited cash to make the main cabin a reality right now, and my quilts, which have almost come to a halt while I wait to learn how to finish them. Thank goodness for Carolyn, my long-suffering quilting buddy, who helped me out yet again yesterday!<br /><br />Ah but I digress. Or do I? It's all part of the general betwixt-n-between state of being in which I find myself right now.<br /><br />What I need is some time at The Republic. Bring on Friday!</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-47004016298588041112009-09-02T14:18:00.000-07:002009-09-02T15:17:39.923-07:00Green volunteering grouch.This year I offered my services in two areas of sustainability: firstly, I donated a considerable number of hours to our very own Lions Bay Climate Action Task Force and ended up chairing the Green Energy Sub-committee. Because I am so passionate about making a real difference in the fight against climate change, it was easy to spend 5 - 6 hours a day working on things such as the proposal to put microhydro in 2 of our creeks, reaching out to nearby communities doing the same thing and even writing up minutes, which I loathe.<br /><br />I was also accepted as a volunteer by Lighthouse Sustainable Building Centre in Vancouver, as a presenter of their Green Building 101 for Homeowners workshops. I've been to all except one team meeting, attended the training, and started familiarising myself with the 85 slides we are expected to present. Ditto the remark about passion, hours, etc above.<br /><br />So why am I so frustrated? Arriving on time for meetings, actually giving up some hours after making the initial commitment and so on, appear to be completely voluntary as well. Here I am, with years of expertise and skills to offer, saying to these groups you can have it all FOR FREE, JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT... but all I hear is warm fuzzies about how we should be thankful for unprofessional, inexperienced individuals, because they are after all "volunteers". What's the bottom line? Nothing gets done, or it rambles along on an ad hoc basis, and at the end of the day, my time is just wasted. Silly me - I really thought volunteering was a great way to give back, to offer something valuable to the planet, thus ensuring the survival of us all.<br /><br />So my new commitment to myself and our planet is to find a PAYING job in which I can make a meaningful contribution in the fight for a more sustainable way of life and hopefully assist in bringing about small changes that will all add up to REAL change. Because if you are getting paid, people tend to value your skills, time and experience.<br /><br />Just as well no-one reads this blog except me. Frankly, bring on the Republic. Sometimes I really give up on humankind.Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521696854871448397.post-3274983064435393072009-08-30T13:15:00.000-07:002009-09-02T15:53:39.180-07:00It didn't just happen though.<div>Having finally posted something on this new blog which I started a while back, I thought I should fill in some gaps, because it takes many little steps to get to where one wants to be. So although it might look like these things simply happen, a lot goes into making it happen.<br /><br />Someone once made the most insulting comment to me ever imaginable. She said, "yes, but you were lucky". She was referring to the life we've created here in Canada. In saying this, she negated all the hard work we put into creating what we have. It helps that Canada is a land of endless opportunities, where almost anything is possible if one has a positive outlook and is ready to make a go of things.<br /><br />It's the same with The Seagull Republic. One doesn't decide to build on a site that is boat-access only and entirely off-the-grid without putting a heap of research and learning into it. Even so, I'm sure we're about to embark on a huge learning experience as the years unfold.<br /><br />We informally divided up the task: Nev focused on boats, docks and techincal stuff. I'm sure there's more, but since I had more time, this is kinda how it went. I focused on alternative energy sources and sent him on a course to cover the technical aspects of PVCs once we had established this was definitely going to be in the mix. I spent hours looking at sustainable building, sending him info to look at while I was studying interior design, LEED and green building. We both looked at umpteen everyday items in a new light, from septic issues to water tanks to refrigerators and everything else inbetween. I gave him a book on building green homes which covered cordwood, cob and other methods, one on micro-hydro, and a subscription to Cottage Magazine, which has been an absolute treasure trove of information as well as a great directory of where to buy things. Everytime I have stolen the books away to pore over them myself!<br /><br />I started growing vegetables (sans pesticides, of course) to see whether we could indeed become more self-sufficient. I'm not sure we picked the right spot for this, because not only will be competing with the deer for the fruits of our labours, but there is very little soil on Boulder Point in general. So it'll be raised beds or containers, and this is probably not enough to make us self-sufficient. I hope Nev will catch lots of fish.<br /><br />How people did this without the internet is beyond me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuxFoyuJ4ptLyY6jDxUKbgOwr6V-7Fzh7dwpmGLPDZMK9h_5HiOMOF99DqGf4LSJBQOfrcdpL5fqdef_kPy5gE6QN9rKJCrHD2SGkNHH3OV75e3QExLp_TC98WCTpHFggMTdr_NbKyReZ/s1600-h/IMGP0354.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377006705546161586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuxFoyuJ4ptLyY6jDxUKbgOwr6V-7Fzh7dwpmGLPDZMK9h_5HiOMOF99DqGf4LSJBQOfrcdpL5fqdef_kPy5gE6QN9rKJCrHD2SGkNHH3OV75e3QExLp_TC98WCTpHFggMTdr_NbKyReZ/s320/IMGP0354.jpg" /></a>The absolute worst part of the journey is knowing we'll have a cabin, but not knowing when. We have the furniture, the cups and dishes and crockery we need. I even made a quilt for the bed, stored lovingly in my studio till then... in the meantime everything is in the basement and the garage and our cars are still parked outside (not great in the winter).<br /><br />Once we'd bought on Cortes, we bought books on the history of the area and the charts, soaking up stories on early settler families and how places we've yet to fully discover came to be.<br /><br />It's all part of the journey, but in the meantime we need to get to a point where we can enjoy The Seagull Republic a little and explore the area. So far, each trip has been a quick one or a working holiday. But it'll be worth it.</div>Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05078449192356849889noreply@blogger.com0