The Haynes Ranch, Osoyoos, BC

Remnants of the Haynes Ranch near Osoyoos, BC

One of the things I love about the Okanagan in British Columbia is the fact that many of the old historic buildings are still standing.  The dry climate seems to allow them to resist the rapid demise which other structures experience outside of that area.  There are other agents of destruction out there, including frost, rust, fungi, and the ravages of man; but these tend to take second seat to the damp rot which so often spell the extinction of history. 
While visiting Osoyoos we came across some fascinating wooden buildings; a number of them all about in the same state of decay.  A little research led to the discovery that John Haynes was the owner of 22,000 acres of land and that this was the hub of that title.  It was in the mid 1860's that he and his buddy constructed the buildings which were to stand for 165 years.  The house itself saw Haynes himself live there until his death in 1888, and then three new successive generations (Fraser) looked upon it as home.  It changed hands two more times until, when, in 2016, it was bought by a family who had alternative plans for it.
Sadly, the structure is no more, as it has been removed to make room for a winery which will be built upon its previous foundation.  Some of its legacy lives on in the Osoyoos museum, but the ghosts of the past now have nowhere else to go.  Such is the fate of all buildings - sooner or later, whether by nature or man, their end will come.  It's just sad that the end comes a little sooner than maybe what could have been.

http://osoyoosmuseum.ca/haynes.html
https://www.osoyoostimes.com/family-deserves-credit-for-trying-to-preserve-haynes-name-in-new-winery/

The West Coast (Trial) Trail

West Coast Trail - Tsusiat Falls

The West Coast Trail runs along the southern length of Pacific Rim National Park on Vancouver Island, British Columbia.  It was originally set up, not for tourists, but rather for survivors of ship wrecks.  The waters off the coast are a myriad of hull lashing rock and coral formations waiting to tear the bottom out of any boat which dares to trespass.  Back then ships would encroach upon the area's reefs unknowingly to their fate.  Those who did not perish in the water or from the jagged rocks along the shoreline died in the thick forests.  The trail was meant to give them some degree of hope.

I have done the trial, err, I mean trail, twice; once in 1997 and again in 2013.  It is around 75 kilometers long; it will take the adventurer 5 days to do 15 km per day.  That doesn't sound like a lot, does it?  I mean, those of you who do 10,000 steps a day do 8 km - and doubling that shouldn't be too difficult.  However, you forget that you have 25 kilograms of weight on your back, get to sleep in a tent at night, and have serious vertical obstacles to overcome.  Then there are the bugs and the fact that you have to pump your own drinking water to avoid getting giardia (beaver fever).  And did I mention the lack of toilets or the risk of torrential rainfall?

The first time I did it we were in a group of about 8 or so.  I was a spry young fellow then and felt it would be a walk in the park.  Well, it was a walk in the park, but they build parks much tougher than you would guess.  My knees were shot, I was covered with mosquito bites, and I developed an impressive case of impetigo.  But I was successful and celebrated my victory the way a zombie might rejoice over some obscene conquest.

Not having learned my lesson the first time, 16 years later I decided to try it again.  Once again there was a group of us, some from the first quest and a few new ones, including my own son and daughter.  Clearly my near demise from that first journey did not cause any alarm - the desire for glory could not be dissuaded.  No, the pursuit of valor and honor would go forth.

So the bunch of us headed out to the WCT - woefully cunning trials.  The first day saw us do 12 km and we camped at a wonderful beach.  It was so great and we were so tired that we decided to hang around a second day to lick our wounds and celebrate our meager success by playing a few rounds of cards.  The following day, number three now, took us another 13 km and we finally came to Tsusiat Falls, where I took the above photo.  Something was different though from before.

Being 16 years older did not make me any wiser, but it certainly made me more prone to the hazards nature threw at me.  It turns out I was not the only one suffering from the trials put upon us by the trail; most of us had felt sudden urge to call a cab and get a ride back to civilization.  So, we hung around for another full day and vanquished boredom by throttling fellow hikers at cards.  Then we made a decision.

We had just done 25 km of 75, taken 4 days, and had the hardest part of the trail yet to challenge.  So we would retreat to where we started.  After all it would mean we spent 6 days or so hiking 50 km which in itself was nothing to sneer at.  Some of us (my kids mostly) wanted to go on, but that meant breaking up the group.  To me the trip was really about being with people - it wasn't the destination that was important, it was the journey - and so we headed out together.  Two days later, with lighter packs and hearts, we arrived from where we started.  Defeated yet still victorious, we held our heads high as we shuffled off home.  We did not complete the West Coast Trail, but we did survive the West Coast Trial, and in the process made some memories that will last forever.

Vermilion lakes, Banff

Beautiful Vermilion Lake, Banff, Alberta

There are lots of different ways to see the world.  Most of us, in North America anyway, do it through the window of a car, either as a passenger or a driver.  Sometimes we will walk a bit, although it often entails leaving the car to visit some place briefly then getting right back in again.  We came, we saw, we left.  I know this because it is the way I often travel.  It is always enjoyable, but I have to tell you there is much more to the world that what you can see by car.

I love the outdoors, although my body is as such that I can't love it quite the way I used to.  Still though, if you really want to get to experience something intimately rather than through the typical drop and leave method familiar to so many of us, you have to get out of your comfort zone.  It means spending time, energy, and resources in the attempt to have a close encounter of the bird kind (and other living things too).  It not just about the land, its also about what is upon, above, and in it.

The above photo I shot a couple of years ago while visiting Banff.  We were there for a week or so and I brought along my kayaks.  Kayaking is just another way to explore the planet, but it gets you close and personal to nature unlike strolling along a paved path.  It is one of the reasons I go kayaking; I can go places and see things few others have been able to.  But it is not the only way to explore.

Whether your explorations take place on a trail, in a canoe, or from a car, they all have one marvelous thing in common; you get out of the house and spend some time admiring what a great country we have.  If, you happen to be away from Canada, then you can appreciate what a great planet we are here to enjoy.  I want to encourage you, plan to go and explore your country / planet.  Yes, it all takes time, energy, and resources, but you will have experience something which electronic media cannot possibly give; an awareness and a connection, deep and personal, to this great place called Earth.

Life in Samoa

Home in a Samoan village

Home is where you live; it is where your friends and family are.  It is where you lay your head at night and where you eat breakfast in the morning.  Most of all, home is where your heart is - it is part of who you are.
The above shot is of a home in a traditional Samoan village.  If you were close enough you would find no glass in the windows.  The door has no lock, and the welcome mat is out.  It is a place you can visit with no fear and people will greet you with warmth and a smile.
While visiting this little enclave of tradition; a bastion bearing beauty and benevolence towards outsiders, we were thrilled to see the children playing.  There were no playgrounds or organized activities.  There was no electronics to mesmerize them or adults to control them.  They were free spirits; curious but polite. 
Their parents were busy with looking after the things adults do; but were themselves welcoming and helpful towards each other and ourselves.  It was a community, and it was home.
Home means something different to us all, but in the end it is a safe place where we are welcome.  Here, everybody was home.

It was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.

A must see in New Zealand - Biblo's hobbit hole.

While in New Zealand we went to a small town called Matamata.  For some strange reason they seem to repeat the name of a place quite frequently frequently.  Oops; now they have me doing it.  Anyways, while there we booked a tour to go see the movie set for Lord of the Rings. 
Apparently it was first built out of polystyrene for the original series then disassembled when filming was complete.  The place became a site for pilgrimages for the devoted and, even though nothing was left except four facades, was a huge hit.  When they filmed The Hobbit they decided to go all out and build the thing out of real materials that had lasting value.  They did it to code, there are hidden retaining walls, and it is spectacular.
The tour is not cheap; you cannot get access to the area without a guide, and it is hard to photograph anything without there being people in the shot.  The best plan is to book a media tour first thing in the morning when the light is young and there is no one about.  I did not inquire about the price for such privileged access, but I imagine even Bilbo would have a hard time paying for it out of his troll hoard. 
The Green Dragon was also very impressive; a fully functional pub with striking features.  It's not the place you would venture off to for a half-pint, or even a full one if you had the inclination, as it is part of the set and has equally restrictive access.  I really liked the dragon carving above the bar; it was probably 20 feet wide and 3 feet high and had a decidedly green tinge to it.  It was carved into the wood with significant relief.  Every detail of the place was given great thought.
Overall I have to say that it was worth the price and limited access.  I suggest planning it for a day when the weather is good.  Our visit was non-negotiable time wise and we had modest weather for most of the tour.  The skies opened up near the end, fortunately the pub gave us refuge from the elements, and we all shared a brew in high spirits.  Cheers!

Hitachi tree at Monaloa park, Hawaii

Hitachi tree - notice the person in front.  

Normally you find that a tree is taller than it is wide.  Not the Hitachi tree, which was photographed in Hawaii in Monaloa park.  What is even more amazing is that, if you look carefully, you can see my wife standing underneath it just off to the left of the trunk.  That is one big tree.
The park itself was nice, although as a biological garden it did not have the range of plants I was hoping for.  The main draw for the park is the trees, which in their own right are very impressive.  I understand that the park has a lot of Japanese visitors who come specifically because of the tree itself.  I can understand their attraction.
We normally associate height with greatness in trees; think of the amazing redwoods or cedars which elicit awe in those who have witnessed them.  The Hitachi itself does not come close to their towering presence, but its width is unbeatable.
This is a tree that can provide shade.  Its branches stretch wide over the ground supporting great weight yet not sagging under its own bulk.  A cedar or redwood could not manage such a tremendous feat.  Although they are impressive in their own right, the Hitachi towers over them not in height, but in majesty.

USS Missouri

USS Missouri

Today we traveled to the USS Missouri - a battleship built near the end of the second world war and currently on display at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii.  I have wanted to see this ship for a very long time, partly because I like ships of this type and era but also because of its fame.  I was not disappointed.
We were fortunate because there was not a large group of visitors present; we were able to move easily about the ship and I could photograph with few tourists congesting the view.  As I traveled about I was overcome with emotion; my throat chocked up and my eyes became very watery.  I guess I was overwhelmed by the history, the symbolism, and the immensity of where I was and what I was seeing.
One of my favourite photos is from the bridge where, in the near distance, you can see the memorial for the USS Arizona.  Over 1000 sailors still entombed there, her turret wells just beneath the surface of the water.  The Missouri itself suffered from one Kami Kazi attack.  What I loved in this though was how the WWII sailors treated the remains of the pilot.  His body was given a proper burial at sea with respect given to the life he gave.  There was no hate.  An astonishing ship, an astonishing legacy, with a lot of wonderful stories.  You owe it to yourself to visit.