Lifestyle

The Palace

Continuing with Hillbilly Hotel, we journey on from Victoria to the very beautiful west coast of Vancouver Island, where we had booked a campsite at Ucluelet. Our motor home is a bit aged. Consequently, on most journeys, one part of the vehicle or another might fall off or cease to function. In this instance, our windshield wipers decided to dispense with their services. In Kelowna this isn’t a big issue as it seldom rains. However, on Vancouver Island, it always…

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    A high-pitched whistle shrieked amid a myriad of  Western Cedars that rested in disarray on the forest floor. A thick metal cable floated through the sky, settling a few yards from a small gathering of men. One of them, the apparent…

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    The short, gray-haired man swayed a little as the sixth or seventh beer began to impose itself. The pretty young woman looked very attractive, to the extent an invitation was offered for her to join him in his room. She…

  • New Year’s Resolution Time

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    The following post is a continuation of the previous post: The Life and Times of G.F. Allen, my father. As you may recall he was born in Quesnel, B.C. to homesteaders from Great Britain and moved to Kenora, Ontario as…