The Van Anda Inn’s bar as cultural center? Evidenly at times it is. Last night not so much. Very quiet, which was a relief in a way–Bob, I half expected the guy from the Herriot Bay Inn to be there with his buddies to finish up that brew ha ha from two years ago. But, we had the best burger ever in Canada where good burgers are hard to find. Usually way over cooked. Our soon to be outa-here cute 18 year old waitress is reputed to be a potential “4-chair turn” on The Voice. The bar tender –Simri– has been tendin
g here for 29 years and can remembert when Texada had 3 high schools (now they ferry over to Powell River) and mined lime, iron, gold, copper, marble and logged as well. Now it’s much quieter. The town fathers are thinking the new interest from retireess wanting to buy here may be their future which could explain why we’re such VIPs with everyone. Anyway, the bar evidently rocks on the weekend. Wish we could come back, our waitress soon to be Idol will be turning 19 (drinking age in BC) and there’s a party with her singing–Simri says it raises the hairs on the back of your arm. And, I for one could use some hair raising.
We broke out the Kayak for Donna & Lucy and the new SUP for me to take a tour of the bay and lagoon. Really my first time on the SUP–I learned every thing I know about it from John Bailey in a quick tutorial back in Port Townsend. He has never actually done it either so that combined with my 14 years of wind surfing in the George (1/year for 14 years just to confirm that I sucked at it) made going fully clothed a potentially dumb idea. But it’s not nearly as hard as they would have you believe and the Costco special cruised right along with the kayak. We went through the lagoon at the head of the harbor. It was pristine with lots of herons, geese, and a number of aviaries we’re going to look up in the bird book. The water in there was 75 degrees and it’s only May.
Scott, thanks for the leech warning at Black Lake. I got one of those on me in Unwin a few years ago which I didn’t notice until we got back to the boat. Donna claims I screemed like a little girl until someone could find the salt to pour on it. In the end my dad just grabbed it and pulled it off while shaking his head at the sillyness.
Don, we’re working on a name for the wind vane. “Auto is already taken by the autopilot and I think they may be in some kind of competitiion for superiority The other day after the windvane steered so well up wind, Auto took a turn on the down wind and never steered truer. We figured he was feeling threatened by the wind vane who I think might be a Hydie (hydrovane) but Donna is not so sure.