Monday, December 27, 2010

End of the year / Beginning of the year

As I thought of my wrap-up for 2010 on The Adventures of Carol & Bob, I realized that two of our favourite trips occurred pre-blog. I began this blog with a practice run on a Jasper trip in April, but we had previously had our traditional Christmas/New Years and Family Day Weekend trips to Beaver Mines, Pincher Creek, Waterton, Crowsnest Pass, Burmis, Livingston Pass, Lundbreck Falls, etc. in December/January and February.

I won't take up a lot of space with narrative, but the link below will take you to a mini-album of a sampling of the pictures that illustrate why we love that part of the province so much. You can take Banff and place it in a dark, cold corner somewhere, but there is nothing like the stark beauty of Waterton in winter ... or the rows upon rows of wind turbines in Pincher Creek, or the long abandoned farms and coal mines.

This is the place my heart calls "home". My corner of southwestern Alberta.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Vancouver Island - Qualicum Beach, Victoria, Sooke - November 6 - 14, 2010

I will probably mention this a time or two through this post, but I LOVE Vancouver Island. I honestly believe I was meant to live there. Okay … just as I believe I was meant to live on the Oregon Coast, or Portland, or Beaver Mines, or Coleman, Alberta. But I really do love Vancouver Island -- maybe it's because we come from a very beautiful island on the other coast.

We began our trip to the Island a day earlier than planned. Westjet or Airmiles made some kind of scheduling change, and we ended up flying out a day earlier. That meant unplanned accommodation, and you know how that would upset me. However, it was all good – we stayed at a Quality Inn in Saanichton, between the Airport and Victoria. The name of the hotel? The Waddling Dog. Kind of tudor-ish in décor but a decent pub and the room was dark, but quite okay. Actually very okay for $79.00 a night. The pub, happily for me, served Race Rocks Red – the beer that turned me into a craft-beer geek and that can only be had on Vancouver Island. And the Waddling Dog actually did have a dog – an old basset hound named John, and yes, he did waddle.


Off to visit our friends in Qualicum Beach the next day, but first had to stop in Victoria so that Bob could pick up a cheap “travellin’ guitar”. He’s always wanted to have a guitar when we travel, but he’d be more likely to throw me into the airplane cargo than his beloved Guild, so he finally made the investment into a guitar that can go on the road with us.


Heading for Qualicum Beach! We suspected that the drive along Highway 1 to Highway 19 to Qualicum Beach was beautiful. However, on that day, it was cold, cloudy, foggy, and rainy. No photo ops.



We arrived at our friends’ place outside Qualicum Beach mid-afternoon. David and Linda are dear friends from Edmonton. David used to work with Bob, and they also taught ballroom dancing – taught Bob and I (we don’t remember a thing). We envy very few people, but it’s hard not to envy David and Linda. They live in a place that’s pretty close to paradise. Their home is lovely and is in an amazing location. They are often treated to all sorts of wildlife – even bears.


The next day, David and Linda took us for a tour of the area, beginning with a visit to the incredible Little Qualicum Falls.





We next visited a salmon hatchery. Wow – salmon are big! It was startling and sad to see so many dead salmon on the river bottoms, but such is the life of a salmon, I guess – you swim upstream, you spawn, you die. Sucks being a salmon.



We visited the MooBerry Winery and cheese factory at Morningstar Farm in Parksville. They make fruit wines – very nice – and lots of great cheese. We did buy a dessert wine, a Blackberry. Has a bit of a port taste. Really nice.







But for me, the highlight was the animals. Cute, cute animals.

Animals, cheese, and wine. Does it get any better?


We visited a few other lovely spots in

the area, like Spider Lake. It's incredibly lovely.



… and Qualicum Beach!



One of the absolute treats, though, was the stop at the Old Country Market in Coombs. The market itself was amazing. They had an incredible selection of local goods – produce, artisan


cheese, and … BREAD. Beautiful, beautiful bread.










But the main attraction at the OCM is the roof. The roof is covered in grass. Now, how would you take care of a grass roof? With goats of course. That’s right. A family of goats lives on the roof in nicer weather. The restaurant in the Market is called “Goats on the Roof”. We were able to get some pictures of the goats in their “winter quarters” out back. Their winter quarters includes a very cute little goat house in the trees. Apparently in the summer, it is crazy-busy – hard to even get near the place. November was a good time to go, I guess … even if there were no
goats on the roof.

















After another wonderful evening with our incredible hosts (great food, great wine, and great conversation), we were off early the next morning for Victoria, heading for Spinnakers Gastro Brewpub Guesthouse and two enjoyable days and evenings exploring Victoria. The drive south along Hwy. 19 and Hwy. 1, with the water and the islands on our left, was beautiful.



When we visited the Island last October, part of Bob’s “kidnapping” included connecting with his old buddy and guitar-playing partner, Mike. I arranged for Mike to “coincidentally” meet up with Bob and I at Spinnakers one afternoon. I was so impressed with Spinnakers that I said that when we came back to Victoria, we’d have to stay at their guesthouse. Good call! The guesthouse was delightful. We stayed in Room #1 which is probably one of the sexiest inn rooms we’ve ever stayed in: a wood-burning fireplace, a nice little table and chairs in a window nook to have breakfast in the morning, and an incredible bathroom! Seriously, this bathroom is the same size as our bedroom at home – huge, with a Jacuzzi tub and a rainforest shower. Breakfast was brought to us in a lovely basket in the mornings, so we ate in the privacy of our room.

Lots of pictures of Victoria – I’d never be able to post them all here so I've made a small album -- hope it works! Some of the highlights included walks along the Inner Harbour, taking pictures of the city across the Harbour, Fishermen’s Wharf with the funky houseboats and the seals, shamelessly begging for fish, the crazy stormy day with the huge waves along Dallas Road, and pictures of the very grand Craigdarroch Castle.

Two nights in Victoria and then we were off to Sooke for four nights at the Orca View Cottage. This is where I “kidnapped” Bob to last October and we fell in love with the place and decided to come back during stormy season. Well, we missed the storm by a day, and most of our stay there was cloudy/foggy with few opportunities even to see Washington across the Juan De Fuca Strait, but that was okay … what we did see was spectacular and that little cottage on the beach is magical. Erin and Sarah came to stay with us for a couple of nights. The wee cottage was cozy with four of us, but we were happy!



I did go on a site-seeing trip back to Victoria with “the ladies” so Bob had an opportunity to relax and play some "sea music" while looking out at the water. We love it here. No whales on this trip. I think by now they’re feeding and frolicking down near the Baja and we will hopefully catch up with them in Oregon in April as they make their way north for the summer.




Leaving the next morning … sad. We hate leaving Sooke, but we’ll be back.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Myown River Ranch, South of Sundre, October 2 - 9, 2010

Myown River Ranch, just southwest of Sundre, was our private oasis, our bit of heaven, from October 2 - 9, 2010. This place was fabulous! A three-bedroom home on 40 acres of private land right on the Red Deer River. The house itself was lovely and came with a wonderfully functional kitchen which I appreciated. The deck faced directly on the river -- I'm sure you could have fished from the deck. There was also a wonderful outdoor fireplace and a hot tub (my favourite part). A word of caution though -- if you cannot last five minutes without glancing at your Blackberry, this is NOT the place for you. There is no cell phone service, no internet, and no TV. There is a landline, but you need a calling card for long-distance. In other words, when you go there, you disconnect from the world ... but reconnect with what's important.

There is also a herd of approximately one hundred wild horses that roam the adjoining forestry reserve. Unfortunately, they didn't pay us a visit.



This was the view from the living room window. Not bad, eh? I would get up super-early every morning just to come and look out the window. Then I'd go back to bed.





The gate into the property -- very private. You need a security code to enter for the first time and you don't get that until the day before you arrive. We came to appreciate the privacy.








Living room ........





Great kitchen ..... came with everything and had top-of-line appliances. Great kitchens are important to me.






Some wonderful views of the river. We spent hours ... days ... sitting on the deck, watching the river go by ... maybe the occasional kayaker, or looking across the river to the neighbouring ranch, watching the cows, the horses.



Are you thinking that it's too bad that the cables across the river ruined the shot? Not so. The cables are very important, and you'll soon see why.




Such a very beautiful and peaceful place to go for little walks throughout the day.

















Poor Bob. Life is rough.







There you go! Now Bob's getting into the relaxation thing. It was a very good week for both of us.


CATS!! Yay, I had cats! They are the barn cats who reside there and they are supposed to be mousers-extraordinaire. Actually, we saw proof of that in that we were the lucky recipients of "gifts" from them -- a bird one day, a small rodent the next. However, Bob offended them by returning the gifts to their home, and so there were none after that. The black cat is Canada (very shy) and the orange cat is Oogie who has the biggest personality, dominates poor Canada, and insinuated himself with us whenever possible.


Now, about those cables across the river ... one runs electricity from this property to the ranch across the river. The other cable is a means of transportation! A chair-like gadget (no floor) carries the cowboy from across the river to this side where his truck is parked (across the road from My Own River Ranch). He has to put a bit of effort into going the last few meters of the trip. But efficient! We were sitting having coffee one morning when we saw him come across. Very cool.

So, that's one way to come across the river. The other way would be to come on horseback. I couldn't believe when we saw this. We spoke to him after he arrived on this side. He was coming across with his horses, and was going to begin a 40 mile ranching circuit (I guess working at a number of ranches in the area). He was the real deal -- not just a guy with a hat and a big buckle.




Evenings there were incredible. That magic moment between twilight and darkness was wonderful.







Maybe you'd experience the pleasure of watching the deer come for an early evening visit to the salt lick while you do the dishes ...






And then, when darkness fell ...






I think the most wonderful experience was one evening, when there wasn't a cloud in the sky. We turned off all the lights in the house, got in the hot tub, turned off the hot tub lights and the jets, and just sat back looking up at the millions ... billions ... of stars in the sky and listening to the river.


Hi Oogie! Did you know that you're apparently a lower life form? Yep -- that's what they say. Yeah, I know. Pfffftttt ... whatever.






Along the Red Deer River, about 10 kms from the Ranch, is a patch of white water. As we stopped to take some pictures, we had an unexpected treat -- a couple of kayakers were coming down river and we were able to get a couple of shots of them as they came through the white water. Definitely the right place at the right time.











We'll be back as often as possible. It truly is a remarkable place.