Anodyne
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
 

Just back from Bowen Island, half a day spent in downtime at my parents' nearly-finished retirement home, sitting out on a shady deck overlooking the sea, drinking lemonade and working my way through George Orwell's Collected Essays. A gorgeous day, the last of the sun and a high pinkish-grey haze from the Lillooet fires spread from horizon to horizon.

A few changes from last year. Development is steadily chewing its way up and around Cates Hill; so much for the 2 acre lots the developer blue-skied when first seeking permission to build. Soon Snug Cove will resemble nothing so much as another West Vancouver subdivision, all winding cul-de-sacs and spectacular Howe Sound and mountain views for the lawyers, computer programmers, stockbrokers and upper managers who live there.

I don't want to live on an island -- any island -- but I have no problem visiting. Especially on a day like yesterday, with the huckleberries and thimbleberries out in full force, and ripe blood-colored Himalayan blackberries in the overgrown ditches, and coolish winds off Queen Charlotte Channel.  Posted by Hello


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