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visit with dad

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

My dad came 'round today for a two-day photo trip. We were intent on heaidng to Sechelt, but had to abandon the plan once we got to the ferry terminal at Horseshoe Bay. The line up was so bad they wanted us to drive back up the hill halfway to the city and line up somewhere back there. It was already around 11 AM, so we decided to hell with it, and headed for Whistler instead. We drove through Squamish (ugh), Whistler (where the average 'family home' now costs $1m, apparently), and found a B + B in Pemberton that dad had stayed at in the past.

After securing the place, we headed over to the gliding club nearby [I've never travelled with my dad without a stop at a gliding club, naturally ;) ], then up one of the valleys that leads up from the side of the main Lilooet valley. We got out to have a bit of a walk in a park, and the sky decided to open up, soaking us. So we curtailed our walk, headed for another road that wended up a different valley, and found ourselves at the remote village of D'Arcy. We stopped at a number of points to photograph a variety of scenes under the roiling mountain skies, and turned back for dinner in Pemberton. I had an immense rack of very tender ribs.

We returned to the B + B, watched The Client on the room's tiny TV, and drank the booze we'd picked up in the village. I recommend the B + B; it was really very good, with excellent rooms and an all-out breakfast.