Written on March 25, 2014 at 8:00 pm, by Scott
Written on March 21, 2014 at 9:30 am, by Scott
Don’t Eat the Syrup!
Many years ago, I was having an early breakfast as usual. That week we had a group of Elderhostel attending courses at the Lodge. When I came to my table that morning with my pancakes and got a whiff of the syrup, I realized that it was not maple syrup it was engine oil. So, how the hell did this engine oil get in the syrup jars on the kitchen tables?
This is why it happened: Read more
Written on March 18, 2014 at 8:00 pm, by Scott
Fast Facts and Figures:
Killer whales, also called “orcas,” are the largest of the dolphins.
Killer whales can weigh up to six tons.
Killer whales can grow to be 23 to 32 feet long, almost as long as a bus.
Killer whales have 40 to 50 teeth that are up to four inches long.
The average life span of a killer whale in the wild is 50 to 80 years old.
Killer whales are found in all of the oceans of the world.
Written on March 14, 2014 at 8:00 am, by Scott
“THE START OF A LEGEND… JIM BOULDING 1932-1986”
By Miriam Trevis, Nootka News, May 21, 1986
A Strathcona brochure to our house did stray
With a beckoning message to come away
To the wild and windy Nootka shores
And leave behind life’s daily chores
Decision was made and with a very stout heart
We stuffed our backpacks from morn to dark
Arriving at the Lodge we felt right at home
Among many new friends who set the tone
A briefing session soon made us realize
The amount in packs was all the wrong size
Back to our room we divided in half
Everything but everything in our oversized pack
Next morning bright and early the food on display
Caused us to wonder with deep dismay
How what appeared so little could help us survive
The adventures ahead and keep us alive
To the Uchuck we went in cars of all sizes
For a trip full of beauty and scenic surprises.
At Friendly Cove we were met by three craft
To take us to Bajo was all that we asked.
An incredible journey of bouncing on waves
Brought us to shore through a rocky maze
Thus as the sun dropped low in the sky
We set up our camp to the eagles cry
The next four days would take page to describe
At times I wondered if we’d ever survive
Spectacular beauty of nature first hand
And living so closely in a loving band
Face to face with challenges each day
Words of encouragement not far away
Memories of beaches drenched with fog
Cries of enjoyment through sauna fog
Dark dripping trails of dense salal
Pathway cut never for a six-foot gal
Scrambling rock was our greatest feat
Sandy coves what a special treat
Seals cavorting just off shore
Who could ask for anything more
Nature’s playground shared with us
Peaceful serenity makes return a must
And so dear friends to each of you
Our special thanks for something new.
Jim Boulding came out with the most memorable observation. “I’m kind of an ordinary guy….” he began, and the room erupted with hysterical laughter…. and as the last gasping chuckle subsided, and the last tear was wiped from a convulsive cheek, he went on “….. So I’ve learned to surround myself with creative people.” This was met with enthusiastic affirmation. Survival, Jim said, can be six people paddling a canoe, but if it is, it is because this is an exercise in humanity. We could have thrown you off a boat, to swim ashore and rub two sticks together….. but it’s not too realistic. Stressful situations develop the senses and sharpen awareness, but most of all, to survive one must develop one’s humanism. “Don’t feel you have to plan children’s lives,” Jim said, “I’m not going to plan yours.” And then, silence…..Through good times, and through bad, Jim and Myrna always managed to provide a thrill for a kid from the city; a challenge to a man who though he was past his prime and a sense of accomplishment to all of those who met the challenges offered at the Lodge, and conquered them.
Some writers who have commented on Jim’s past life, have expressed doubt that the Lodge will ever be the same without Jim’s presence there. Though obviously he will be sorely missed, his entire family has decided that no greater tribute can be paid to him than to carry on with the work he and Myrna started and enjoyed so much together.
The world in general and our small corner of it in particular, is the poorer for the passing of this gentle man.
Written on March 7, 2014 at 8:00 am, by Scott
TIM FAIRBANK summer of 1985
I first heard of Strathcona when I was in grade 10 at Shawnigan Lake School. One of the Outdoors club teachers, Rick Reeve, had attended a program the previous summer and gave us a slide show. In 1980, my summer between grades 11 and 12, a friend and I attended a 4-day rock climbing introduction followed by the 10 day Glacier School. Jim Rutter led the course. I recall on the first day we gathered over a cup of tea (always a pot of mint tea on the go, black tea if we were lucky but never coffee!) and Jim said “ This program begins with a cup of tea, has lots of cups of tea in the middle, and ends with a bloody big piss-up.”
Our time on the glacier was amazing, I believe we had sunshine every day. Another memory from that trip was Penny Hasell being in charge of the dwindling tea supply. She had used tea bags drying on rocks and each new brew got one new bag and a couple of used bags. Read more