Roof top patio

There is only one in White Rock. That is both a shame and a blessing. When you get a seat on it, you are happy, when you don’t….well that is not much of a blog post, is it?

The lone patio belongs to The Boat House. My history and this particular restaurant go back all the way to early 1991. My first solo trip to the Coast by airplane. Along with my soon to be room-mate, we were spending a week trying to decide where to finish our Fashion degree. West or East? Since West was closest and cheapest, we were really banking on that trip hitting pay dirt. During our week of R&R escape from -35 degrees C on the Prairies, we made our way out to The Boat House in White Rock for lunch.

What a couple of hillbillies. We were taking photo’s of baked camembert! But we loved it out here. The day in question was completely socked in and drizzly rain. We were hooked anyway.

Fast forward to a summer evening in late August 2011. A mere 20 years later. My husband and I have a free night to take a leisurely meal of oysters, ahi taco’s, prawns and a bucket of steamers. Back in 1991, I would not have even known what most of that was!

As the sun was setting, and we made our way back to our truck, it was a nice feeling to think that we have been a part of this community for the better part of 20 years.

Prairie treasures

Who would have thought that the grasslands of Alberta, part of the Canadian prairies would hold so many interesting treasures?

I don’t remember it that way from my childhood. That is sometimes the problem with being the kind of kid that I was – impatient. I spent so much time waiting and scheming about what I would be allowed to do next. Youth is truly wasted on the young, at least in my case it was.

My 2 offspring are another matter. In the few minutes we are waiting for our meal to be served, they are down to the sand and playing some invented game with whatever happens to by lying about. They are comfortable and at ease wherever they are. I’d like to take credit for that, but not likely as I am only figuring it out now. So it must be in their nature. Or it is maybe due to the quality time they spent with my husband when they were really young. He loves to have a good time.

In any case, back to the interesting sights to behold, tucked away in the grass, on the rocks and just about anywhere you look closely. We found prickly pear cactus http://montana.plant-life.org/species/opun_poly.htm. Beetles of the most magnificent colours, feeding and completely oblivious to my ultra close camera lens. Lichen of every different shape, size and hue clung to anything standing still.

Cabin Life – Campfires day 6

There is something elemental about pondering life around a campfire. As an adult, I like to watch the flames and think profound thoughts. Sometimes, late at night really good ideas are hatched. Depending on your state of mind when you agreed to getting up at 6am the next morning for some big adventure, may affect how fondly it all is remembered. (This has not happened to me personally in quite some time).

Back in the early days of cabin life, the fires went all night and the parties were epic. There was midnight chicken wing feasts, (how cooked were they?) it was a wonder more of us did not get seriously ill. There was after dark hide and seek on the golf course. (One body part had to be less than an arm’s length from the course edge). If you were hiding a really long time, wander back to the fire, you probably had won. Sometimes new people around the fire dropped in, but everyone assumed the new faces were a friend of someone else and wondered why had they not been introduced?

We are all older and wiser now and cabin life has shifted to focus on the next generation. My children and all my parents grandchildren. We are taking some of those fun times and changing them up a bit, (sometimes not, they have to learn the same way we did). These personalities on the rise have their own say on things as well. We are being highly entertained by camp songs that are being woven into our family tapestry.

It is new and fun and makes me glad to spend time with the young upstarts. If hanging out with children keeps a person young, then I’m going to look fabulously youthful when I head back to work.