Millennium Dragon at her host dock in Conover Cove, Wallace Island.
I Trimaran (home made brand) anchored in the shallow end of the cove. It had an English saddle on the foredeck, however, the horse to go with it was nowhere to be seen.
Rear patio of a beautiful Grand Banks trawler, with a small doggie patch made of Astro-turf, for use of Dizzy Lizzy, the boat dog. Quite a high tech affair, this little canine comfort station: a fibreglass pan, a square of artificial grass, a drain leading into the boats scuppers....all ready for doggie's pleasure, and ready for owners daily hosing without having to take doggie toilet apart.
Queen of the Cove, this little girl always had the most captivating smile on her face....
The Meadows ashore. Today is is deserted, a day later about 30 people camped here. Most of them belonged to a four family Canoe party, with about nine babies in diapers and toddlers in tow. One must be VERY keen on camping to face the complicated cooking, washing, sleeping, accommodation and water arrangements, where most of the explorers are barely of walking age.
Wallace Island map...only a couple of acres are private, owned by the descendants of Mr. Conover, who ran a resort here in the Forties - even Marilyn Monroe visited it - once.
The rest of the island belongs to Parks BC and is absolutely unspoilt - walks along the length of the island, cozy small coves, tall trees, fallow deer, owls, giant woodpeckers, mink, eagles (who eat the mink), blue jays, purple martins....and what is left of the raccoon population.
Parks BC staff taking construction materials ashore. Four large 200 lbs concrete slabs, and a huge aluminum container - ingredients for a food cache. Raccoons eat campers out of house and home, not even stopping short of life jackets and other garments with a trace of food odor. Now, the public strongbox will curtail the robbery of at least the food and potato chip supply.
The 'Office'. After a ten minute walk along the ridge of the island towards the south, where a vast vista spreads out for miles, one reaches 'the office'. The only location on the island, where cell phone reception shows 'four bars'; everywhere else one is presented with the 'no service' indicator.
Daddy collecting his kids and three dogs, the one on the right being grandma - the senior citizen dog, to take the dinghy shuttle back to his anchored boat.
The raccoon proof food cache - made for grizzly sized raccoons.
The old Conover residence, dating back to their pioneer days. Today I had the chance to cast a short glimpse inside.
Donations collected from park visitors over a long time finally sufficed to buy some materials to restore the old relic. A volunteer hailing from San Diego of all places, arrived today to complete the Restoration work: replace a rotten porch, paint, cover the old windows with Plexiglas...
The Conovers must have been extremely hardy people, as the creature comforts certainly were scarce during their term of residence here.
The sun room of the Conover residence, usually covered with sheets of ply wood. The view is spectacular, which compensated somewhat for the lack of running water, electricity, communication.
One of the volunteers painting window frames of the Conover house.
Finally a little bit of summer, which made the week on Wallace Island sheer enjoyment....
