The Squamidian Report – April 30 / 05

 

Also in this issue:

Barbershop Weekend

Ryan’s Rock Climbing Adventure

Fern Glen Update

To Spank or not to Spank

The Ontarion

 

Hi All,

 

Well, for starters, my blueberries are in full blossom. Just thought you’d like to know.

 

Working along the Mamquam Blind Channel is kind of interesting. Actually, I was working in Rose Park, which is beside the Channel. Rose Park looked like a very small park with some flowers and stuff opposite the end of Cleveland Ave. However, it is quite large. Most of the park had become overgrown with blackberries, shrubs and weeds. The far end had become overrun by a trucking company that was using it as a dump for old parts, tires, oil filters and so on.

 

We were sent in to clean up the park and get it to the point were the parks department could begin restoration. Hauled out untold loads of junk, debris, brush and garbage. (Lowlife people are the same no matter where you live.) Anyway, the park is beside the Channel. The Channel is interesting. As you may recall, it is the original riverbed for the Mamquam River which blew straight across the valley about 100 years ago during a flood. Only small streams now feed the Channel. So when the tide is dropping, the Channel flows out. When the tide is rising, the Channel flows in. Sure looks weird to watch it reverse direction. And it happens quite quickly. You can be working away and it is flowing one way, look back a while later and its flowing the other way.

 

The mud flats that become exposed attract all sorts of mud flat birds. Eagles sit in the trees watching for fish as the water becomes shallow. Always something to see.

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Ryan and I made an attempt at crossing the rockslide up the Indian Arm Pass road last Saturday. Sorry, no pictures. Our strategy was to walk the bikes over but even with both of us pushing and lifting we could not get them though. The rocks are too loose and uneven, giving no footing. In fact, I dropped my bike while trying to push it. Couldn’t keep my balance on the rocks and control the bike at the same time. No damage, just a battle scar on the bush guards we have on our handle bars.

 

We then tried the road that climbs up in behind the Chief. We move the rocks at the spot Warren and I turned back last time but from there on up it was so washed out and boulder strewn that we turned back. Still had lots of fun and a good ride. Too hot out to have gone much further anyway. And by the way, bananas don’t fare all that much better in a backpack.

 

But hey, we did take some pictures the next day, last Sunday. Ryan, Warren and myself trucked the bikes up into the Upper Squamish Valley. We parked the trucks and rode the bikes on up along the river. It was a bit on the dusty side as gravel roads here are made of rocks and dust. Headed up under Mt Cayley, a spectacular, jagged volcanic mountain. The logging road took us into a spectacular stand of tall straight trees. Unfortunately, it’s a cut block and the poor trees are destined to be cut. In fact, the logging equipment is in there now, preparing for the harvest. If only the trees could run for their lives. Anyway, for more info and pictures, feel free to check out the web page I’ve posted.

 

http://www.thedougsite.ca/Pictures/Kayley/kayley1.htm

 

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Our Barbershop Weekend

 

We like to attend the Barbershop conventions (Lorne has been singing barbershop music for years).  The fall convention is in October and the spring one in April.  Last spring and this spring it was held in Niagara Falls.  Now that sounds pretty great.  We all know Niagara Falls is a real tourist attraction and the 2 main convention hotels were on each side of the old casino.  We were booked into the Sheraton.  We had a nice leisurely drive down with no problems.  When we arrived we could see our hotel but had to find the entrance into the parking area, which meant a left turn.  We got just too far so had to turn around.  On our right was a nice parking area that wasn’t full and the gate was open so Lorne pulled in to turn around.  The only problem was when he turned around the gate closed and he couldn’t drive out.  When he drove around to the far side of the building looking for the exit we realized the way out was over the bridge into the States, we were stopped at the duty free shop!

 

While Lorne went into the shop to find out what to do, Cindy and I walked over to the hotel and got signed in and found our room.  We signed up for parking of course and it is quite expensive.  Then we walked to the garage and found Lorne so we could get in and park.  That is when the next problem started.  The cars were driving like crazy all over the parking garage.  Road rage is worse when you are driving around and around with parking paid for but no place to park.  Lorne finally found an attendant and asked what he was supposed to do.  They finally sent someone to open up another level for parking.  After much distress we finally got all our stuff to our room and decided it was time for a stiff drink.  We also decided to cancel our reservation for Sunday night (the 3rd night) as we figured we would all be ready to go home and relax by then.

 

The convention was wonderful – one of the best – but we have decided we won’t attend any more of them in Niagara Falls.  Maybe next spring they will hold it somewhere else.  We had a lovely drive home along the scenic route and got home feeling great.

 

Vivyan

 

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Ryan’s Rock Climbing Adventure
Today a friend of mine, who I met in College, took me rock climbing here in Squamish. She moved to Whistler right after she finished school. (She was in the year ahead of me) I’ve never actually been climbing before, especially on real cliffs.

 

I had to rent climbing shoes so my feet would stick to the rock face and so I could jam my toes in the vertical cracks. They have to be the most uncomfortable shoes to walk on in the world. The way that they’re designed your toes are tightly curled up and squished together. (Imagine if you are a size 10 shoe wearing a size 6) They say it is for strength and support. The funny thing is that they are not that uncomfortable while you are climbing. It’s only when you are on the ground that they hurt.

 

We started off in Murin Provincial Park on what is considered a 5-5. (Basically pretty easy for climbing standards). The cliff was 20 meters high which seems like a lot when you are holding on to it by your finger tips. Unlike the climbing walls you see at gyms and ‘Sports World’ type places there are no placed objects to hold on to. Instead you are looking for cracks, bumps and any imperfections you can grab. We did 4 climbs in Murin Provincial Park ranging from a 5-5 to a 5-8. (A 5-10 to 5-14 is stuff like the 2500 foot Chief).

 

Next we went to The Smoke Bluffs in Squamish so I could learn Slab Climbing. Basically with slab climbing the rock is too smooth to really grip anything so instead you have to climb up very shallow cracks and fractures pulling with your hands and pushing with your feet to hold you in place. It is quite challenging, especially for your first day ever of climbing. I made it to the top though.  I think the hardest part is problem solving while on the cliff. In most cases you cannot easily climb down to find another route so you have to be creative and trusting of your equipment to get past obstacles.  For example, when I was slab climbing there was one section that had nothing to hold on to for about 6 1/2 feet. Now this may not seem like much but I am only 5’7”... What I had to do was hold my body weight on my right foot’s toe (Which was gripping a little hole about 1 1/2 cm deep) and reach up with my body to grab a small crack 6 feet up. Pretty nerve racking when you have a small fear of heights and are 80 feet up in the air.

 

Now I should mention that we were using proper ropes and harnesses so we were not in any real danger. The worst that could happen is you fall a couple feet and scrap your legs and arms on the cliff. But I did not fall or slip once during the day which was awesome!

 

I never pictured myself ever having the ability or nerve to try real climbing. Now that Christie has shown me that it is fun and do-able I might just try some more.... (After all, this IS the Outdoor Recreational Capital of Canada).

 

Ryan

 

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Fern Glen Update

 

Hooray! Our first B&B guest was a huge success! In fact, we couldn't have asked for a better inaugural guest. She was easy-going and unpretentious--two rather critical traits considering we still don't have a proper kitchen or dining room. Add to that the fact that it rained the entire time she was here, but she took it all in stride and enjoyed herself anyway. She said she loved her room and the serene colours and the antique rope bed. Along with the regular amenities, we put out a bouquet of fresh flowers and belgian chocolate for her. Sylvia and Bruce came over Saturday evening to help us prepare the room and to bring us food and to calm our nerves. Much appreciated on all counts. We're so lucky to have them so close.

 

Our guest arrived late Sunday afternoon and stayed three nights, spending her mornings and early afternoons visiting a local artist friend of hers. I served her a full hot breakfast every morning in The Coop (a little cabin with a woodstove) and we all ate dinner together every evening.  It's amazing what feasts can be made with just a microwave, toaster oven and woodstove. We won't be eating meals with our B&B guests very often, but it seemed appropriate this time, and we thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. It felt like we were entertaining an old friend that we hadn't seen in years. She wrote a lovely little message in the guest book and even left us a postcard and a bottle of bubbly as a congratulations! If even a fraction of our experiences will be like this, then we've definitely got a good thing going. We won't get rich doing this, but the potential other rewards are enormous.

 

I am also happy to report that the construction is moving along nicely. All the flooring is done. I've got my fridge plugged in and my beautiful Garland professional stove is cleaner than it's probably been in many years. It's even operational since the propane guy came on Thursday and hooked it up. Now if only I had water, sink and countertop, I'd have myself a working kitchen.

 

Upstairs is nearly done. The bedrooms just need the doors painted and hung and then they're good to go. Our clawfoot tubs have been reglazed and now the bathrooms can be put together. The plumber was supposed to be in this week but I didn't hold my breath. It's all starting to come together, and we're getting closer to the point of being able to actually move in to the house. We might end up hiring one of the construction guys to help with the moving since there's a lot of heavy pieces to lug around. It's frustrating to have to pay movers twice, but what's one more little frustration in this whole adventure?

 

On the weather front, other than a few days of rain, it's been absolutely gorgeous. I even foolishly got a sunburn a couple weeks ago! The snow is mostly gone from our trails, with the odd patch hiding here and there under low trees. What's truly amazing is the abundance and variations of green along some of our trails where the moss is a thick, spongy carpet underfoot. There are shocking lime-green mosses, and deep zucchini-coloured starbursts that are as soft as they look, and pale blue-green little patches of moss in the sunny areas. We have a creek winding through the property, and even a little waterfall, although it may just be seasonal with all the melt water and rain.

 

I'm surprised how much I'm enjoying spring here. My mom will confirm that as a child, I hated to go anywhere. I always had to be cajoled, bribed, threatened, dragged away from home kicking and pouting and miserable about it. And then once I got to the destination, I was soon quite happy and content to the point that when it was time to go home, I kicked up just as big a fuss and even more resistance. Well it seems I'm the same way with seasons. I really wasn't ready to leave winter behind. I mourned every melting patch of snow, secretly hoping for one more big dump of the white stuff while everyone else was saying of the rain "well at least it isn't snow". But now I'm loving the spring, and enjoying every squish of mud under my rubber boots, and the profusion of birds, and the greening grass and the little shoots of unknown flowers that are starting to push there way up in the flower beds.

 

We've seen lots of deer tracks and some moose tracks in the past couple of weeks, as well as the odd rabbit hopping off. The world around us is slowly coming alive and I would love to freeze-frame this time a little longer... before the bugs come, before we get too busy to see it all so intently.

 

I better be careful what I wish for--hopefully we get busy soon! On that note, I better get back to work. Hope to see you soon. Take care everyone,

 

Jackie
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TO SPANK OR NOT TO SPANK

By Tara Wasilka (Nee Brubacher)

 

Did you know that it is now considered a crime, yes a crime, to spank your child?!

 

It’s true, my best friend’s brother works for Children’s Aid; this is how I know.

 

Having been spanked myself as a child I may be biased, but I believe there is a huge difference between spanking and child abuse. A quick slap on the bum never hurt anyone! Although, if the law says it does, then who am I to argue? It must be true.

I guess my dad should’ve just told me “No” when he saw me trying to stick my tongue in an electrical outlet when I was one year old. I probably would’ve listened to that.

 

(Hey, I bet now I can finally commit a bunch of crimes and get away with it! It won’t be my fault I did it, I was spanked as a child!)

 

I’m sure there are at least a couple of people out there that are of my parents’ generation who completely agree with this mentality, although I’m willing to wager not many.

I think we’ve all watched the screaming brat in the grocery store, restaurant, movie theatre, or wherever else and thought, “Man, that kid needs a good licking!”

Spanking (not beating) is a tried and true method. I don’t know a single adult (well, adult to me, that is) that wasn’t spanked as a child. In fact, I don’t think I have any friends that weren’t spanked while growing up. As I speak to my friends, I realize that most of us are of the same opinion concerning the spankings we received; I Deserved It! All of them!

 

I come from a very loving (albeit sarcastic) family. I truly believe that my parents derived no joy from having to discipline me in such a manner. I was not spanked on a daily basis, although I’m quite sure there were weeks when I deserved to be. And I have to say; the spanking itself was not the worst part for me. My dad used to make me wait upstairs for half an hour before I actually got the spanking. The anticipation of it was enough to make any kid regret their naughty deeds! Much more cruel than a spanking!

 

The point is, discipline is not supposed to be pleasant (although you’d never know it from the penitentiaries in this country. Oops! That’s a whole other topic!). Whether it’s standing in a corner, getting a spanking, or losing PlayStation privileges for a month (hmm, do you think that will work for a toddler?), the point of punishment is to make the guilty party have remorse. I personally don’t believe that the government reserves the right to decide how we should punish our children. What’s next? If you really think about it, it can be quite scary.

 

You’re probably thinking, at this point, that I am definitely going to spank my daughter when she misbehaves. The truth is, probably not. Not because I think it’s wrong, but because I love my daughter too much to have her taken away from me by CAS.

So the next time you’re in the grocery store, bank, or wherever and you see some kid throwing a fit, and you wonder to yourself “Why isn’t that mother doing anything about it?” go easy on her. Legally, she can’t. That will probably be me in a couple of years.

 

Tara

 

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THE ONTARION REPORT

 

Hello everyone!

 

Well, it’s just about time for the spring flood of garage sales to start. As I’ve said before,  “where would we be without them?” Yesterday I was cleaning up the kitchen for Carole and in the process I managed to break her favourite little Corning Ware saucepan. It was white glass, 6” in diameter with a handle and a small spout on the lip of the pot. We’ve had it for as long as I can remember. I imagine if I asked Carole, she could remember exactly when and where she got it. The breaking of it was purely accidental. I was holding it about 3” above the bottom of our fiberglass sink and it slipped out of my hand. One would think that a short drop like that wouldn’t be enough to break this sturdy little pot but it was! It wound up in about 100 pieces. I immediately set out to find a new one to replace it as it was literally used every day in our kitchen. Well, guess what, I couldn’t find one. I started at Wal Mart and progressed to 3 other stores that I thought might have one, but to no avail. I finally phoned the “Corning” store in St Jacob’s Outlet Mall and was told that it’s no longer in production. Here’s where the spring “Garage Sales” will finally come in handy! I’m determined to find a replacement if I have to spend every Saturday morning from now to September searching people’s junk filled driveways. I’m sure someone will have a few old pieces of Corning Ware in their display. I’m not one for making use of other peoples cooking utensils and neither is Carole but with no new models on the market, a refurbished, slightly used saucepan will have to do. Wish me luck!

 

Hmmmmmmm….. if any of my fellow Squamidians happen to know of or have a replacement for our little pan I’d appreciate your help and gladly reimburse you for it. It would save me a lot of shoe leather this summer, not to mention put me back in Carole’s good graces! LOL!  Please check your cupboards!

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Once again, it looks like Canada is headed for a federal election. We’ll see as early as next week if things will be going that way. I’ll reserve my comments on the political front until we know what’s going to happen in Ottawa. It looks like Mr Martin is hoping that holding off until the results of the Gomery Inquiry are published will help his cause. Not in my mind it won’t but, Canadian’s tend to be forgiving when made to wait long periods of time for answers. I hope they’re smart enough this time to know when they’ve been lied to and stolen from and make the guilty pay. Even if many of today’s Liberals are guilty only by association with the actual perpetrators of the scandal, TOO BAD, you’re still part of the party that’s the base of the problem and I say “I hope you learn a lesson from this horrendous abuse of our trust!” You’ll just have to spend a few years earning that trust all over again!

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On a personal note, Carole’s brother Norm just went through a major operation. He had 8 arteries replaced in bypass surgery this past Monday at St Mary’s Hospital in Kitchener. Carole was up to see him today and said she can’t believe how well he’s coming along. They’ve got him out of bed and walking around a little and have already removed some of the staples holding him together. It’s amazing and miraculous what the doctors of today can do. I say that if PM Martin wants to gain favour with the taxpayers of Canada, he should pour the billions he’s committed to less important causes into our Health Care system. The latest 500 million going to foreign aid would make a real dent in our ailing medical programs. The doctors that save Canadian lives every day by performing surgeries such as open heart deserve whatever it is they ask for salary wise when we see the results of their work. They are truly amazing! Norm has had a great many years added to his life with the help he received this week and like so many other Canadians (including myself) I’m sure would like to see our Health Care system become a number one priority with whatever government we have in power from now on.

 

That’s all for this weeks folks. Thanks for tuning in and I’ll talk to you all again next time in The Ontarion Report!

 

Bye for now…GREG.

 

PS: Something To Think About>

Plan ahead……It wasn’t raining when Noah built the Ark!

    

 

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The Family and the Squamidian sites:

http://members.shaw.ca/doug_b/ and http://www.thedougsite.ca

Have a good one..

the doug

 

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