I don’t seem to have any new drawings or anything this week, so I will tell you a little story in photos.
Manien and I went camping at Birkenhead Lake, up past Pemberton. It is quite an insanely lovely spot, nestled in amongst the mountains. After finding Alice Lake way too busy in August last year, we decided to experiment with camping after Labour Day. Indeed, this was the last week Birkenhead was open before closing for the winter, and there were only a handful of other people there on the Wednesday night.
We had a great site right by this little river. Perfect for sitting beside while reading Catching Fire, sipping wine. Our camping is not that oriented to roughing it. More just getting away and reading books surrounded by trees.
There were a lot of signs warning about bears in the area, including this rather evocative one right at the entrance.
After the first night we were told that there had been a new assessment of the fish in the river by our campsite, and that there were now so many fish in the river that it was a bear hazard, and we had to move to a site further away from it. So we did a superfast camp strike/re-strike, relocating to a site right by the beach. We didn’t see anything scarier than a chipmunk though. Maybe an osprey.
The second day, we walked a ways up a path. I would hesitate to call it hiking, as it was just a leisurely walk looking for a place to picnic. We found a big cushy pad of moss and flopped out on it. Read. I drew. We ate. We watched little fishes eating bugs off the surface of the lake.
I started to draw some trees, but got lost in the roots.
We had perhaps the most reluctant fires I have ever experienced. Everything was extremely damp, but even so, normally a fire just goes at some point, right? This was about the best fire we could coax out of the logs.
One night this week I had a dream in a post-apocalyptic setting, and one of my companions was a sentient piece of wood that helped us monitor the status of our fire. Apparently my mind hasn’t quite gotten over the campfire trauma.
This week a guy came to fix our front door handle, which had been a bit cantankerous ever since we moved in seven years ago. It turned out Manien’s dad had been quite creative and used parts from four different handle/lock assemblies to build ours. When the guy took it out, there was all kinds of bits falling out, and then he discovered our door was completely non-standard and no normal handle would fit it. So we needed a new door.
And so for the past week we have had this lovely mechanism to lock our front door.
But the new door is getting put in as I type. Hey look, there is also some work in progress down at the other end of my desk, tentatively titled Farm School.