Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
High Flight – Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee, No 412 squadron, RCAF, Killed 11 December 1941
Sunday 'Night' September 1
Okay, if you really want to know, we got tired and went to sleep…that's why we're doing 'Night Three' today. (d'joo got a problem wit dat?)
So, we're on Willow, packing up our gear when we get a text from Chris. It says, 'Crib. my house'.
Hey, we have no dinner plans yet…sure, dinner and cribbage sounds great.
Before leaving Gibsons we stop at the IGA and buy some vittles.
Then we drive directly to Chris' place.
If you remember, (and we'll be checking to see if you're paying attention) Chris lives in Halfmoon Bay, just up the street from Colin, on Redrooffs Road.
Wendy soon discovers that the IGA checkout girl didn't pack the meat purchase into the bag. Bummer. She decides to drive to the only store in Halfmoon Bay and score some lamb sausages (it's a five minute drive each way)
While she's at the store, Wendle picks up a bottle of wine. Yum, lamb sausage pasta, fresh bread and wine.
Chris is an avid reader. He has some books lying around…and I've just finished the one that I was reading. Oh Chris…
I score three paperbacks and this James Rollins effort. It's called 'Bloodline' (A Sigma Force Novel)
Galilee, 1025. Infiltrating an ancient citadel, a Templar knight uncovers a holy treasure long hidden within the fortress's labyrinth: the Bachal Isu – the staff of Jesus Christ – a priceless icon that holds a mysterious and terrifying power that promises to change humankind for ever.
A millennium later, Somali pirates hijack a yacht off the coast of the Horn of Africa, kidnapping…Amanda Gant-Bennett, daughter of the U.S. president
Commander Gray Pierce is enlisted for a covert rescue mission into the African jungle. Gray must confront a shadowy cabal which has been manipulating events throughout history… and now challenges the current presidency.
Well that certainly sounds interesting…and a 'New York Times Bestseller' to boot (that's 'bowt' if you're American)
I'll let you know in a couple of days if it's any good. Chris got the book from the library and he needs it back asap
Dinner is great and Wendy made way too much. The deep dinner bowls are piled high above the rim. There is enough in Chris and my bowls to feed six people. Chris is pretty sure he can't eat all his. Ditto.
Two minutes later I look over and Chris is finished…bowl licked clean. Wow! (want half of mine?)
During dinner we learn that Chris' last name is 'Mancuso'. In Japanese it means…
Man – Ten Thousand (http://www.omniglot.com/language/numbers/japanese.htm
Kuso – Shit (http://www.youswear.com/?language=Japanese
Chris lived in Japan for three and a half years. Apparently everyone in Japan hands out business cards. Everyone would read Chris' card and then burst out laughing…'Ahh So Mr. Ten Thousand Shits'
Yeah, Chris thought it was pretty funny too…the first thousand times he heard it
As soon as we can clean up the dishes and break out the cards. It's Cribbage time. Chris previously taught us the game and it's good to have an opportunity to play it.
We play three games. Chris wins the first one.
Then, Chris wins the second one.
But wait, what's this? No…Chris wins the third one too. (Kuso)
Wendy doesn't care who won. She scores a twenty-four…and she is flying high
The very next hand, Chris is dealing and he also nails a twenty-four (did anyone shuffle?)
I do not get a twenty-four..and lose miserably (i think the word is 'skunked')
It's late before we head home…and that's okay, tomorrow is Labour Day. A Holiday
Monday September 2
Well here it is Labour Day already (dang, we're missing the Jerry Lewis Telethon). The defacto beginning of the school year. Teddy and Zoltan will be leaving for Victoria today. They're flying back with Colin at 3.30pm. There's still plenty of time before we have to be at the airport/marina
Chris rides over to the house on his bike…his car has another flat tire. Mancuso! He tells Wendy that a guy down the road has a box of freshly picked plums out at his curbside. Wendy drives over to pick some free plums off the street and takes the air pump with her.
Chris meets her at the plum guy's house. While they're there, plum guy comes outside and they chat. Turns out a black bear was in his yard eating plums right off the tree. Of course being a bear, he left a huge mess…
The bear also left a huge mess of Kuma Kuso on the street. Wendy claims that it was every bit as big as Bison plop and the obvious result of eating way too many plums
Rather than risk the bear eating all of the fruit, plum guy picked all of the plums and put them by the curb (free to a good home). There are a lot of plums
We eat a leisurely breakfast, watch some Batman vids (1966 – Episodes 5 & 6), do a laundry…the usual holiday stuff (hello…i'm missing Qubec's favourite funny man. it's a Labour Day tradition)
Finally ready, Wendy and I leave for the airport with Teddy…Colin will follow with Zoltan in 'Frannie', his little 1979 Honda Civic.
Carrot the cat is also moving to Victoria. Wendy and I are really going to miss him. He is a very cuddly cat. He's going by special air service (a crate). Carrot is a big guy…he barely fits in the crate
Hello ladies and gentlemen and thank you for flying Toffino Air. The plane you'll be flying today is the…
1958 DeHavilland DHC-2 Beaver (“frankly Ward I'm worried about the Beaver”)
Please place all luggage…and Cats…in the under-fuselage baggage compartment
The pilot (who we have been waiting for) drives up to the dock…in his motorboat. Apparently he likes to do some fishing in between flights (i love a man in uniform)
Zoltan and Colin take seats in the middle of the plane
Teddy rides shotgun (he certainly looks nervous up there)
One final check (yes, the wings are still attached) and the pilot climbs aboard
With a little help from the ground crew, the plane is shifted into take-off position
And then it taxies out of the marina slowly. Yes, harbour Speed Limits govern both boat and seaplane (please put your tray in the upright position)
The engines rev faster and faster.
With a mighty roar the mighty plane lifts into the sky. The entire flight to Nanaimo will take all of fourteen minutes
“Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun”
Wendy captured the whole take-off on film. You can watch it at
On the road back, Wendy and I stop in Sechelt to browse the stores. In one of them we meet 'Bud' the dog. Bud brings over the remnants of a stick, sits down and stares at us.
“He'll sit there until you throw it”, we are told.
Well, if you insist…
We're on our way back to Colin's and there is an unidentifiable quality in the air.
Something that wasn't here just an hour ago.
A certain 'je ne sais quoi'.
Hmm…what is that?
Moose and Wendle