I thought I’d try to compress the two waiting days into one blog but what’s the point of taking photos if no-one sees them? On the Sunday the more energetic members of our group took off for a major hike, Elizabeth headed south to a beach to look for suitable driftwood for garden furniture fabrication. Me, I opted to drive the short distance across the peninsula to find Okeover Arm. Al and I were last there aeons ago, camping in our van after being taken by boat out to Desolation Sound and back for supper with off-the-grid friends. On this visit I found said campground and admired the misty view. On the public dock nearby I watched amazed as a huge school of tiny baby salmon (were they, Don?) was being raided by marauding harbour seals.
For lunch I treated myself to a bowl of seafood bisque and good bread at the famous Laughing Oyster restaurant. I gather the best idea is to go there for seafood buffet supper on Wednesdays.
At the high point between east and west of the peninsula I found an entrance to the Sunshine Coast Trail. It meanders all along the coast from Gibsons to just north of Lund. All alone, mindful of bears! I contentedly wandered as far as I felt was a good idea. How exciting to find several ‘Ghost Pipe plants’. So peaceful!
Back at Tidal Art Centre Jackie worked on the final assembly of her thrown pieces, rasping edges, fitting lids and inserting kanthal wire for handles.
Artist Prashant Miranda was an artist-in-residence here for the last little while, his stay culminating with a show in the gallery. Unable to leave this idyllic place he seized the opportunity to stay a last weekend in a nearby spot and he invited Nancy and Gordon, and we potters to bring a drink and see Coyote Cove. Oh my, can you fall in love with a location? The house is built on rocks, above the tide line, surrounded by arbutus trees, with eagles flying overhead, rusted metal coyote sculptures roaming the undergrowth, and a house filled with art. Prash was encouraged to play his guitar and sing to us while we perused his illustrated journal of his time in Lund.
The sunny evening ended with all of us deciding that there was enough food in the fridge and garden for another feast back at TAC.
