. This is a beautiful body of fresh water, ringed by mountains. It's a nice day for a ride!

This isn't nature- it's the biggest waterbomber in the world! This plane, and it's surviving twin are based at the arm of this lake.

Built in the 1940s, these planes are still in service and fly missions all over the world.


But tourist days do come to an end, sort of. Soon we are waiting to catch our ferry to Hornby Island. I use the opportunity to pass out handbills for this evening's show!

Local promotion is always cool here!

Our digs are lovely. We check in for a brief rest before dinner and showtime.

Hornby Island Blues Society organizer Gord Bateman relaxes for a moment before the show.

Plenty of volunteers are needed to make these shows happen. We've got a great crew here tonight. Plenty of hands make for light work. We're loaded in and set up very quickly. James does a wonderful job of the sound. Soon, it's that time- showtime! The venue is not sold out, but there is a big enough crowd to be fun to play to. Dave breaks a string. And then another! There is a little group gathered at the bar/kitchen replacing strings as we continue to play.
Everything works out nicely. Soon it's jacket raffle time! Heres our winner!! That's an XL, please! Before you know it the night is done and Dave and I are headed off into the darkness. Back at the house we sit on the deck and listen to the crashing of the tide.
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