Today's plan, Roche Cove to the "You are Here" sign, and back of course.
Monday, January 30, 2017
Galloping Gourmet...er, Goose
The pair of us have this plan over the next whatever to walk the entire length of the Galloping Goose, A sixty kilometre trail that features a rails-to-trails conversion, and was named after a 1920s gasoline powered passenger car that operated on this abandoned CNR line and now passes through urban, rural, and semi-wilderness landscapes from Victoria to Sooke.
Initially we are exploring to see where we can break the trail into usable chunks, some planning will be involved and we need to obtain a big map to plonk on the garage wall to track our progress.
We tested a few kilometers of it last Wednesday before lunch at the 17 Mile House, we're looking forward to the rest!
Initially we are exploring to see where we can break the trail into usable chunks, some planning will be involved and we need to obtain a big map to plonk on the garage wall to track our progress.
We tested a few kilometers of it last Wednesday before lunch at the 17 Mile House, we're looking forward to the rest!
Monday, January 23, 2017
Seaside Rock
A day of driving, exploring and finding new places, and along the way we were discussing how much we used to hate Mondays as we drove around in our search for new bits.
I think someone wrote a song about that, well, not the searching for new bits, I meant the Monday thing...
Along the highway there was a small bridge across Muir Creek with a tiny car park and what looked like a little panhandle trail to the beach, so we parked up. It was a short hike and we were rewarded with some fantastic scenery with views across the Juan de Fuca.
It was a strange and wonderful set of moments, there was an adult eagle perched on a tall tree, a marvelous cove, a small beach fire burning and a young lady parading backwards and forwards on the wet sand practicing on an accordion (I'm not making this up) and during our explorations, we looked in rock pools, walked past a blue heron, who ignored us, and we ended up talking to a Polish soap maker and his better half about fish and chips and all the bits we have not seen yet.
Mondays are all right.
I think someone wrote a song about that, well, not the searching for new bits, I meant the Monday thing...
Along the highway there was a small bridge across Muir Creek with a tiny car park and what looked like a little panhandle trail to the beach, so we parked up. It was a short hike and we were rewarded with some fantastic scenery with views across the Juan de Fuca.
It was a strange and wonderful set of moments, there was an adult eagle perched on a tall tree, a marvelous cove, a small beach fire burning and a young lady parading backwards and forwards on the wet sand practicing on an accordion (I'm not making this up) and during our explorations, we looked in rock pools, walked past a blue heron, who ignored us, and we ended up talking to a Polish soap maker and his better half about fish and chips and all the bits we have not seen yet.
Mondays are all right.
Rock'N Robin.
Lots of activity in the garden today, and on the roof, the sounds of tiny little bird feet scuttering about. There are many signs that the seasons will be changing soon, and we're on the starting blocks for new projects, to make the garden our own.
A robin landed on the head of our cherished cat that we brought with us from Gibsons. I grabbed the camera and managed a half-decent photo through the window of the cheeky chappy.
A robin landed on the head of our cherished cat that we brought with us from Gibsons. I grabbed the camera and managed a half-decent photo through the window of the cheeky chappy.
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Gotcha!
A few weeks ago we were at Whiffin Spit and an adult eagle flew over our heads, of course, we did not have the camera with us. Today though, along the Sooke River, a friendly bird allowed for a better photo opportunity.
Sooke River
One thing that Karen wished for was that there would be a path or trail along the edge of Sooke River, today, as the ground wasn't soggy and had a little frost, we walked for a mile or so along the river, it was a long thoughtful dawdle as at times the views were breathtaking.
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