Trace elements of a military presence
The sound of gentle surf from just over the cliff edge is soothing; we’ve had great sleep for the last few weeks. However, surf from high winds can take on a whole other tone, closer to that of a passing express train in volume. Last night and this morning had the best white water conditions since the start of our stay at the Cove. Our tents did not set sail, but morning found us less than well-rested.
I now have the necessary forms to request a lot of trees, since the government seems to want to discourage those who simply want a line along the drive. Current minimum quantity is three hundred. I could become the tender of a small personal forest without having to turn a spade. What next? My own personal deer continent, in the style of royalty? That would certainly give the local coyote population something to howl about.
There was too much wind to make coffee “at home” so we returned to the Sheltered Cove Café to set our dietary needs straight. Great food, although my three meat platter came up short at roll call. Not important. We came back to town for some medical consultation, and by the time we had finished at the clinic and the pharmacy (loaner buzzers for those who can’t read their watches), it was naptime. A quiet parking spot was found down in front of the Queen Charlotte Armoury, which has increased its holdings of military vehicles duly welded closed. There, except for a flock of pigeons that had mastered the puzzle of the bird feeder (hover and shake the grains free), we had the terrain to ourselves. Which leads to the obvious question about what do the regular tenants of the Armoury do, from day to day.
Another movie for those who wanted, and I had more books to read. A private party, in the parking lot of the cinema.
