1st night at Toquart Bay
Ann discussing the spacetime continuum.
Buncha little bones and shells we found on Capstan Isl.
Hauling driftwood back from Capstan to Hand Isl. (for the night's fire) at lunchtime. (as Hand Isl where we were camped was picked clean and chopping trees is a biiiiig no-no round these here parts. Federal crime, as it's a federal park. Big fine. So we scavenged lots of drift.)
My little sis and her friend cindy doing yoga.
Ann inspecting some alien flora.
Okay this one may have a temporarily dislocated being from an alternate universe in it. This is Ann, (yes, our ANN), who was
cold sleeping in my room in my heated house, who gets cold somewhat "easily", shall we say (lol)....SWIMMING IN THE
OCEAN? I'M SORRY? SWIMMING IN THE FREAKING
OCEAN???? Okay...you don't understand. I'll explain it to you. Hereabouts where I live, on the Westcoast of British Columbia (right by Seattle, WA, USA).... The ocean Does. Not. Warm. Up. Okay? See what I'm saying? Even if it gets to be 35°C (95° F) and it's a nice hot august day the ocean stays pretty much the same: frigid. In the historical image above my raving caption, we see JustTripn....our own Annie Oakley....swimming in 10°C (50°F) water. Ten. DEGREES. *I* don't do it. *No* one does. Just a few hippie surfer freaks at Tofino and, apparently, Ann. I was amazed and impressed!
Hey! Look everyone! It's Bear Grylls!
This is me kayaking under a big horizontal tree. There are a bunch sticking off the sides of every island. The trees don't mind when this happens to them. They just keep their roots in the rocks and persuade their branches to all grow straight up, like new little trees. They're good for vampires to hang on to. Watch out!
A spirited game of yahtzee. As you can see, we do not yet have wine. Which means this picture was taken shortly before my sister used nothing but a third of a bag of shitey squashed half-dry jumbo marshmallows and her fearsome rapier powers of hotness/negotiation to extort a poor science fiction television writer and his director/cameraman friend--who had the misfortune to live nextdoor to us for two nights--out of two bottles of delicious wine, some fresh water, and some lovely blueberry jam, which I still have in my fridge.
"Well you're just going to have think about that offer.... cause, uh, as far as you're concerned, buddy? ... these are the only marshmallows in the world."Erin -- July 27, 2011 -- Hand Island, Broken Group, BC, Canada