So far it’s a regular summer weekend here in BC. Woke up to hear Gracee yelp one sharp bark. She was telling a big ol’ bear that this was her property, not his. Just like the storm watcher type I was in my Omaha days, I ran for my camera to no avail. The bear wasn’t sticking around for a photo shoot.
Next sound was the search and rescue helicopter putt-puttering along side the mountain behind our house. No kidding, there doesn’t seem to be a weekend that goes by without hearing that sound, mostly at daybreak when searches for lost hikers resume from the night before. Many of these situations in our area have tragic endings but were entirely avoidable: kids cliff jumping into calm looking mountain pools with life defying whirlpools waiting just underneath the surface, unprepared hikers, out of bound skiers, tourists precariously perched for the perfect picture and kyakers racing with the river that’s temptingly running a bit on the wild side. There is no logical explanation; maybe there are mountain Sirens, cousins to the ones that live in the sea.
Another BC weekend item – barbequed salmon. Chuck tried a new recipe, slow cooking the fish on the warming rack of the grill, alder chips smouldering below:
And of course, it wouldn’t be the weekend without lazy morning knitting, bird songs in my right ear and CBC’s North by Northwest in my left:
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