My silence for the last couple of weeks has a simple explanation. I have moved, yet again, and hopefully for the last time. My brother has graciously allowed me to rent his house on Lasqueti, and of course I leapt at the chance.
The day I was scheduled to move ran into a bit of a snag when high winds prevented the barge from sailing. We were able to load her up and cover everything with a tarp before the snow hit. Here is the view from the motel in Parksville where my brother and I had to spend the night. Lasqueti is somewhere off in the distant mist.
The next day was sunny and calm. We took the first ferry in the morning, and passed the little yellow barge laden with all our stuff, bobbing cheerfully on the waves.
The barge is operated by a fellow named D'Arcy, who manages to roll the best qualities of Robert Plant (curly locks, swaggering charisma) and Popeye (strength and seafaring ways) into one person. Couldn't have done it without him - the island is normally reached by a foot passenger ferry, anything big has to come by barge.
Our motley collection of worldly goods sat safely on the beach as we took loads back and forth in Rob's truck. (Do you think there's a musician in the family?)
It took five loads and a couple of hours to move everything.
I have sheep in my yard!
And there were some little flower buds poking up to greet us! (You may have to click on the image to see them.)