Well I have set a record of sorts for the longest stretch without posting something, looks like it has been a month at least. This is certainly easier to keep up when the days are shorter and I'm inside more. I used to sweat it if I didn't post something for a few weeks, dissapointing a fan or two out there in internet land, and its not like money comes pouring in when I ramble on and post pictures from around the 'yard'. So if I post something that is fine, but if not I'm not worrying myself over it anymore. I have some stories unrelated to the hot spring that may start to show up soon too.
On the other hand, I keep interrupting my usual work and wanderings and wondering if I should stop and compose a picture, all the time with some witty commentary going on in my head, and it is a wonder I get anything done around here any more.
I keep waiting for a really nice day and something exciting to happen to post about. But most days just blend into the other out here with not too much out of the ordinary.
For instance. Since the hikers I wrote about last month clomped past there has been practically nothing noteworthy to write about. I was standing around one day waiting for something to happen. Pretty soon I remembered something that has been bugging me for a long time, and maybe I would go do that until something unfolded to report on.
Without getting into a lot of detail believe me when I say years ago a large flat rock had been brought in and placed next to a favorite hanging out spot at the base of a near by waterfall. You by now have a mental picture of what a 'large flat rock' might look like, but I can assure you, this one is considerably larger. It was set in there, leveled up and stayed there for many years, serving as a surface to enjoy the magic waterfall. During one of the worst winter storms I've seen out here the higher than normal crashing water at the base of the falls washed it out underneath and it tilted down towards the creek, almost too steep to stand on, and it gave you a wedgie if you tired to sit on it. This bugged me considerably the past several years. When nothing else was going on that is.
I knew how to fix it, but it was quite far down the list, until now.
One less thing on my mind, and just in time for those hot summer afternoons!
Great way to work on your tan in nice weather too.
Nicest swimming hole in the territory, but cold.
He just comes over to eat grass, we get along fine.
The receeding water leaves driftwood on the lower lawn that gets fired back into the creek to complete its journey or into the woodpile.
Well, as you can see, I had killed quite a bit of time and still bugger all had happened to write about.
Maybe I better go for a wander over on the island.
You can rock hop over there most of the year on foot, but it is more exciting during high water.
It helps to have your own secret cable trolley to get there.
Naturally I had to stretch it across the channel to the island, pulling it tight with a backhoe from this end and hung a wheeled trolley on it. I'm the only kid on the block with one. People often ask why I went to the effort. I tell them because I couldn't find a long enough log to reach!
It is always a gas pulling myself across but harder work than you may think, and gloves are a must.
Something that I always do when the water is high is undo the laces on my boots before going out, in the remote chance you end up in the water, this allows you to kick them off and greatly improves the odds at getting out.
The men that swung this axe are long gone, and the now hollow old snag has attempted to heal over the wound.
I better get back home in case I miss something exciting.
A few days ago we had a gig to play over in Whistler, I stopped for a leak by the lake and took this pic.
Lead man Josh works here doing river kayak trips and interesting stuff.
We played for our dinner, which are often the best gigs.
Josh has the opportunity to chat up a lot of young women in his travels, I'm not so sure he tells them the guys he 'rocks out with' are both pushing 60, and one of those is pushing from the other side!
The next day several big black vehicles wheeled into the yard here and disgorged an entourage from the BC Treaty Commission, out for a scheduled tour of the hot spring and surrounding area, it being included in the native treaty going on in the valley. A new chief negotiator was stepping in to the treaty process that is in its final stages, and he was out seeing the remote territory for the first time. Three generations of the Trethewey family have had amicable relations with the local Inshuckch peoples, and support their efforts at the negotiating table.
There was quite a big wind last weekend bringing down several trees around. I hadn't been over to check the pelton wheel that generates electricity for the place for awhile. I go there today to find a tree top has come down and clobbered the pelton wheel shack. Dang.
Blackwater MC have another gig tonight. Rockin' the Pemberton Hotel, 9-2am.
I'll leave here with my gear at 6, and come rolling back in again when its light out at 4am., provided I don't get more than one flat tire or fall asleep and drive into the lake.
A Canada Day long weekend too, the campsite down at the hot spring could be busy.
Maybe something will happen there to write about. I'll keep you posted.
I better get some rest.