The Great Shark Hunt

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Glamping 2009 – Day 5 – Back in the Saddle Again

V’s fairly traumatic escapade with the dunk in the lake (she’s still repeating “I fall in water” over and over again) didn’t mean we were going to keep her away from the water. After all, we are at a lake so the wet stuff is all around us.

This doesn’t mean we’re evil parents and will toss our 2 year old into the water to test if she weighs the same as a duck. If she didn’t want to go, we weren’t going to force her. However we wanted to try to get her back near the water as soon as possible so she didn’t implant the notion that water == bad and never go near it again. I know of events that can send children over the edge so much that even a bath would be a traumatic event.

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We had the pleasure of spending a few hours on a pontoon boat heading out to the only island at McLeese Lake, luckily owned by Jenn’s cousin’s grandmother (don’t even ask me to try to translate that relation into something more descriptive). V was a little distant on the boat but not skittish or anything and eventually calmed down and enjoyed the ride (I remember even a few smiles coming out of her on the way back from the island).

The grandmother bought the island for $25 back when you could buy islands (before 1933). A tradition on the island (started years ago) was to put a plaque on a rock in the middle of the island for members of the family who have passed on. The first plaque (it’s believed) is the grandmother who lived from 1883-1963. The latest plaque was placed there a few months ago for Bob who was born in 1915.

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An fitting allegory for the family members and a tradition that will live on throughout the years, long past it’s inhabitants.

After the trip to the island we spent a good night with the kids at the lake. Mike was having a great time being tossed around in an inner tube on the lake and V just chilled on the shore refilling the lake with rocks.

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You can view the entire Flickr set for this trip here.

Glamping 2009 – Day 4 – “I fall in water”

5:30 is the time birds start chirping and the sun rises and the night creatures head to bed. It should not be the time young two year old girls wake their parents up after a day of travelling. However in McLeese Lake, B.C. it is. Maybe it was a sign of the times for things to come but who were we to know what was in store today?

“I fall in water”

That’s all she kept saying after we got on shore. And hours. And Days. Later.

V, Jenn and I headed out with Jenn’s father into a canoe for a leisurely row. It started out nice. V sat with me in the middle of the boat; Jenn steered; and Jenn’s father Howard was the power. V enjoyed it as she could see the water pass by, the drift of the canoe was slow and rhythmic. A pair of loons in the middle of the lake sat quietly by as we passed them.

We turned inward and headed back. A powerboat came off from the docks towards us. You know that weird feeling you when you look at something? That feeling like something is about to go terribly, terribly wrong? You know it’s going to happen, but you refuse to act. Maybe you can’t or you just can’t believe it’s going to happen and your body doesn’t react.

We saw them come towards us. Powerboat versus canoe. They were 30 yards out. Then 20. Then 10. It was around that time we realized that a) they were doing about 30-40kph and b) they were about 10 feet away from the boat from the starboard. Yeah, a 30kph motor boat 10 feet away from a canoe. There’s no surprise to the outcome.

Jenn turned the boat as best as she could but we didn’t realize they were not going to slow down or pull away until it was too late. The first wave from their wake hit us and hit hard but it was just a strong rock as we swayed back and forth from it’s power. The second wave. That was the bullet.

I remember being tossed from the boat and over the port side. I was holding Vista and never let go. I did what I could to keep her up, not worrying about myself and not even thinking about the situation. My only concern was to keep her above the water. With my eyes open the entire time, I remember looking at V under the water. It was only for a few seconds (2-3 at the most as I recall) but she looked okay. She wasn’t gulping down gallons of lake water which was a good thing. She was just a little in shock as she didn’t quite know what was happening.

I came up seconds later, holding Vista above my head trying to tread water with my legs. She was crying as it was quite the different environment than being in the boat. Luckily for us, the water in the lake was very warm and pretty clear. A few moments later Jenn surfaced and then her father. I started heading inwards to the shore which was about 30 yards away. Jenn wanted to take V in while I helped her father with the canoe.

We dragged the canoe in. At about 10 yards from the shore it’s about 5 feet deep so another stroke of luck and we can walk in from there. V was okay, still crying and shook up from the incident but seemingly alright. It was another half hour before we got everyone on shore, the boat setup and heading back to the dock, and V in dry clothes and sitting with family at camp. I finally dragged my butt back to the cabin to get some dry clothes.

The casualties? My wallet and all my id. It’s since dried out but there are some receipts lost that I’ll have to figure out how to explain at work to reclaim my expenses. The other loss was my new Flip video camera (along with 2 hours of video of Vista) was toast. Jenn later said it did turn on (after about 24 hours of inactivity). It’s sitting in my pocket right now and I’ll probably give it another few days before I plug it in and try to recover the data.

No way to track the asshats down that did this. They were obviously wreckless. You don’t pass by a canoe that close and that fast. They even saw Vista so knew there was a baby on board. Also they didn’t bother to stop after dumping us. There were no real markings on the boat and we couldn’t find it afterwards. The lake is enclosed so they must have been day trippers so they’re long gone.

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A few hours later though V was quiet and calmed down somewhat, enough to spend some time in the hammock with her cousin Heather.

She’s good but she kept repeating “I fall in water” the remainder of the day. That bothers me.

You can view the entire Flickr set for this trip here.

Glamping 2009 – Day 3 – Nothing Special

Really. Nothing special happened this day. We sat around and just relaxed. Here are a few pics from the day.

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I can’t remember if this was sunrise or sunset but the lake looks great either way.

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Vista finally overcame here apprehension with water and just plopped down into it.

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Yeah, this is why we go camping every year.

You can view the entire Flickr set for this trip here.

Glamping 2009 – Day 2 – Dead Battery

Waking up after a night of somewhat restful slumber (as much as you can have at a hotel in the middle of nowhere) the first things you shouldn’t hear are “Did you leave the cooler turned on in the truck last night?”.

Yeah. We have a cooler that plugs into the truck and it ran all night long. On the positive side, everything in it was still icy cold. On the negative side we had a truck that didn’t serve much purpose as a vehicle to travel in. A quick call to road side assistance and about 10 minutes later, we had a boost and we were off to the nearest Tim Hortons (luckily just across the parking lot) and on the road.

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Stranger in a strange land? I find some road signs amusing, where locals will find them the norm. Apparently there’s a badger problem in British Columbia, enough so that they have badger crossings. I think they’re definitely related to the vicious vampiric badgers and not just your regular run of the mill badgers.

The trip today was 5 or so hours with a short puking episode in the local Dairy Queen at Cache Creek (sorry guys, we did clean up). Then up the road and we were there. Finally. The vacation begins. And so does the unpacking.

V got into the spirit of things with some water sports. The kind of sports being tossing rocks into the water and then following them in, just to be sure they’re in the right spot. No worries because hey, she’s a kid and water and kids just go together. Like Nutella and Peanut Butter.

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You know dinner time with kids? The unpredictable time when you don’t know if they’re going to eat, fight, or just be crazy little people. With Vista its always an adventure. Sometimes she engorges herself with whatever the flavour of the day is, other times she nibbles like a bird (then wakes us up at 3am because she’s hungry).

Camp food is interesting as you can never tell what you’re going to be having. There’s a campfire ban in B.C. (due to dry conditions and existing forest fires in various locations) so no open fires are allowed. Bummer. Having hot dogs roasted over an open fire is a treat. In any case, dinner tonight was hot dogs, hamburgers and corn. And yeah, V apparently *loves* corn. We knew she liked it but she gobbled down half a cob. Then another. Then another. Then another. (see a pattern forming here?). Finally she polished off a full cob. Oh yeah, to finish that off she had another. one.

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Needless to say, we’re looking forward to the diaper changes tomorrow.

You can view the entire Flickr set for this trip here.

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