Canadian Matterhorn



Very pointy, striking, and beautiful.  Some nut has probably climbed it.


Nice place to work.


This is my office.  I know I showed a different location in an earlier post, but it changes day to day.  I was on Hornby Island this week.  Did you know that waves washing up on a gravel beach sound entirely different than those onto a sand beach?  More muted, softer, and probably easier to sleep near.  A caveat – who wants to sleep on gravel!


This is natures’ concrete.  Chunks great and small fall from the bluffs far above and land here on the beach.  Must make quite a spectacle and racket.




I have no idea what these are/were.  They caught my eye is all.  I should be paying attention to where I’m walking.  I would NOT like to slip and fall on this stuff.


Now this is odd.  That ‘tree’ is stone.  Petrified????  I dunno, but I’m going to make something up on this, be passionate about it and go on the lecture circuit.  You can book me anytime; my schedule is open at this point.



Another oddity.  That boulder is cemented into the background conglomerate.  I thought it was splitting, but it isn’t as such.  It’s more like something is eating it selectively, or it’s dissolving.  I’ll have to tour the lecture circuit on this one next year :>.


We (sorry, I mean “I”) really live in a beautiful area of BC.  What you don’t know is, the view in the other direction is quite different.  No, I’m not telling.  Cheers, and thanks for visiting.

Winter on the beach.


Winter at the beach.  Believe it or not, there is a gentle zephyr caressing the trees.  Not!!  It’s a regular gale.  I love it.  So does that bird, eh?  Whenever I get a chance to put ‘what I should be doing’ aside for a moment and ‘live a bit of real life’, I do it.  Didn’t used to, you know.  Play comes later.  Or never.  Then you die.  Either way.  Sorry for the dark turn there.


This becomes more piquant to your thought life when this sign takes on new meaning and isn’t amusing anymore :>.


There is so much beauty at the beach.  Wendy and I have lived by the sea.  It’s not so much romantic as it is bone-chilling.  Even in August (at least in Bella Bella).  Great place to visit though.


This feller is ENORMOUS.  Living in an area where intensive logging has been the norm, along with the odd wildfire, it’s a pleasant jolt to come across them.


This tree is over 6′ diameter at the base.  I would have taken a pic of me for reference, but I was behind the camera, don’t like pics of me, and try hard not get people in my photos.  Except Wendy;  I can’t get enough of her.  Good thing we’re married :>:>.


Here’s a good example of the old and the new married in perfect harmony.   Cheers, all.

Rock n roll.

Near Horne lake there’s this cliff.  Where stones break off and roll (fall) down to the great below.  Really BIG stones.  This one is impressive.

Snowing maple leaves.

I love autumn.  No bugs.  It’s harder to break sweat.  The grass has stopped growing.  The crowds have disappeared.  I could go on.

Horne lake campsite is very nicely laid out.  Besides being closed, it was too wet to camp (Nov. 3).  Next year we’ll have to come here and check out the caves.

Waterfalls for Ralph.

This is taken from the ‘back road’ to Mt. Washington ski hill.  “Road’ means there tends not to be trees in front so lets go that way.  We’ve been on both sides of this valley.

This is taken from Brown’s logging main.  This is about my all-time fave.  As the season progresses the flow decreases revealing a cave behind the flow on the left.  I think Gollum lives there.  There is the usual tranquil pond at the top of this one.

Beneath a logging bridge near the end of a ‘road’.  There’s so much power stored in moving water.

You can go right up to this one and stick your head in it.  Sorry, that sounds like an insult; unintended.  It seems so pure and clean and BOY was it CCCCCCOLD.

There is the usual tranquil pond at the bottom of this one.  It’s near Regan lake, and getting harder to get to.  Active logging blocks one route, and a ginormouse hole right in the middle of the road blocks the other.  It’s the kind that you don’t see until you’re in it looking up!

Peaceful, near the road, and only the sound lets you know it’s there.

Another view of the double.  Comox Valley is the waterfall capital of the world!!  We have snowpack, lots of valleys, ‘roads’ into the area, and not far to drive.  Hope you like the pics.