July 24th

 

July 24^th

TRUCE DAY

It’s a big day for us.  Today we celebrate our 50^th Anniversary. The big gala party was back in June.  Our kids put on a surprise party at DCYC and invited so many people we were flabbergasted.  Family, old school mates, boating friends and people we know from Palm Springs.  We thank them all for joining us to celebrate and for all the fond memories.  Thanks Tracey, Drew & Joelie.  We Love You!

 

 

Kynumpt Harbour is one of Penny’s favourite bays here in the north.  It has a good beach to walk on with old machinery scattered about and even some remains of the old homestead that was occupied here from 1912 to 1926, (which was the year before Lindbergh flew the Atlantic). The Stroms, Fred and Cora homesteaded here after leaving Ocean Falls are buried here. It is so grown over that it would be unlikely that you would find the grave sites.

We spend several hours exploring and hiding under big trees to stay out of the rain. Lots of very old fruit trees, with no fruit.  We walk through to Norman Morison Bay on Raymond Channel. Chevy’s likes it here too.  She does her Tasmanian devil act and whirls about like a cyclone.

We have talked about this bay in older posts. Locally it is called Strom Bay or Green Neck.

On the charts it’s Kynumpt after the Indian Chief that resided near here and was named or him by Lt Daniel Pender in 1867.

The harbour was a traditional summer camp for the Heiltsuk Tribe where they gathering berries and potatoes.

 

The bay is popular with transiting fish boats that drop their hooks here for the night.

 

 

 

We ended the day in the sunshine on the front deck

CONGRATULATE OURSELVES ON LIFE’S GOOD FORTUNE!

 WE MAKE SPECIAL TOAST TO EACH OTHER!

AND REMINISCENCE ABOUT OUR AWESOME FAMILY AND FRIENDS!

 

ABOUT THE TRUCE.

Penny and I are just a little competitive. So she smooths out the evening by letting me win at cards.

Well there might be a large lack of rain down south but it thundered down here all night in typical North Coast fashion. The anchor growled on the rocky bottom and I was up with a flash light to check out “Ravens” to make sure their auto bilge pump was working.

We shared the bay with a large sailboat called “Passages” and her mast light gave off an eerie glow as the williwaws turned her round & round on her anchor.