Scott Bush

The second day was second in name only; first in everything else! Well, except the weather, which was overcast with some sun breaks. Since this day seemed to revolve around food, so does the blog entry.

Breakfast

We spent a nice morning over a breakfast of organic, local eggs whose shells were so thick I really had to smack’em to crack’em. That’s from healthy chickens who get a lot of calcium in their diet, apparently.

After breakfast we headed out to Powell River’s local market. Not quite as large as those in Edmonds or Everett, but just as nice. Lots of soap, candy, candle, and plant vendors, though not much produce yet. The market is right next to Powell River’s “therapeutic riding” association’s horse facility. Pretty interesting, really—children are helped onto the horses and given rides as a way to help them physically and mentally. There’s a large corps of volunteers to help these kids (my uncle included) from throughout the community.
On our way back we had a tour of the area. It was a veritable family history! We saw Mowat Bay, where my paternal grandparents lived on a float house, as well as a few other homes throughout Powell River built by family as early as the 1950s. Uncle Owen also gave us the history of two of the trees in his yard, which he brought over from Nova Scotia as saplings in 1954. Amazing to think about that as I stood looking up to the sky at this huge tree… talk about having roots to a place!

Lunch

After a delicious lunch (sandwiches on kalamata olive bread with organic greens from the market) we had a nap! it’s a very rare occasion for me to have a nap, but it was nice; we are, after all, on vacation. The weather was a bit nicer that afternoon so we took trip to Marine Drive, a street full of quaint retail and dining places (most of which were closed at 5:30 on a Saturday). But, the Breakwater bookstore and internet café was open, which allowed me to post about our first day. It was a pleasant surprise to find the coffee was excellent, too.

Dinner

Our second day seemed to largely revolve around food and dinner was no exception. We feasted on local prawns we’d bought from a woman earlier that day and had been caught just days before (Powell River is well known for its prawns). This was accompanied by an organic greens caesar with homemade dressing; fresh-baked focaccia bread; baked potatoes with green onions from their garden; and a healthy dose of melted garlic butter over the whole thing. A top-shelf meal if there ever was one. The best part of it all was the fact we were joined by my cousin Linda who is an absolute delight. She brought us three jars of honey from their very own apiary. She also gave us a queen bee, which looks like a peanut shell or a peach pit. I was fascinated by it all and resolved to keep bees when we get a house with a yard, assuming there are still bees around—seriously.

A brief walk around the neighborhood rounded out the day. It has been a most relaxing day and we’re looking forward to tomorrow!