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Hockey here = Gardening there.

19 years ago, a box of Tim Horton’s donuts mysteriously disappeared.

I am totally in love with Storey’s Beach.

Throughout the centuries I wonder how many pods of whales that the spirits of Stubbs Island have seen passing in the volatile currents surrounding it.

One of the things that amazes me about the topography of Northern Vancouver Island is how the mountains come to an abrupt end between Port McNeill and Port Hardy.

“By the time we returned my arms and legs turned to Jell-O.”

This deer made me stop and slow down.

Looking back and moving forward

I want so badly right now to write an editorial about Christy Clark resigning from the BC Liberal party leadership and as an MLA, but I won’t.

The day dawned clear and bright, the salmon berry bushes aiming their little pink tongues to the sun while robins did their spring dances across the lawn. I was ready to belt out a chorus of “Oh what a beautiful morning” when I noticed the best thing of all about this new day, one that I had been waiting for: there was absolutely no wind; not a breeze.