It being Saturday, there has to be a farmers market. For a small town, the one in Sechelt wasn’t bad.
These metal drums looked and sounded beautiful.
Some ideas for Jennie’s shells.
Someone always has painted rocks.
There was not enough selection of food though. A few with baked goods but (for my brother Jim) no butter tarts. Are butter tarts really an Ontario thing?
We didn’t have breakfast and had hoped to find something here. We decided on a breakfast sandwich with sausage, egg and cheese after hearing a recommendation from someone who had just eaten one.
The two ladies running this truck were not fast. They only had a few orders and I am sure I stood there for about 10 minutes.
Whenever an order was ready it seemed that she would have to go searching for the person because almost everybody wandered off.
The picture is lousy but it was pretty good. The sausage had a different flavour.
Next to the market was the garden grounds to this old Inn that has been in use since there was only water access here.
We loved the pink dogwood tree.
These flowers almost seemed to glow.
The western part of town seems to be “western” while the eastern part of town belongs to the shishalh Nation. We went over to check out some of the totem poles. First by the band offices.
This one was getting pretty weathered, but mainly at the top.
One funny thing we noticed is that a lot of buildings have mirror like discs on spinners on their roofs, we guess to discourage the birds. I think the birds are used to them because on many of the roofs the bird congregate around them while the rest of the roof is empty.
More totems down by the waterfront.
To take advantage of being near the ocean, for the limited time we are here, we decided to do a short hike along the shoreline in Francis Point Provincial Park up in the Pender Harbour area.
We first stopped at the bay because by now it was lunch time.
The wide view while Jennie did some exploring.
The photosphere from our lunch spot.
We saw this shell that seemed to be embedded in the rock. I guess it grew there as there was no way it was coming out.
The trail down to the light station runs right along the shoreline cliffs. Not good for Jennie’s vertigo but good because it allowed the strong winds to keep us cool on this hot day. These pictures are mainly from the way back.
Looking down on the bay as we walk around the edge.
Somebody was enjoying the wind.
Somebody else decided to take it easy.
And this guy decided to just blast through the waves.
There were lots of very bright Arbutus trees.
The trail had a slight grade with only a few steep spots.
We went a bit past the light station to see what the view as like at the very end.
Then back to have a rest at the open area next to the light station. That is Texada Island across from us.
You can’t really call it a lighthouse. We could see Vancouver Island and some of its mountains off in the distance.
Jennie stayed up in the shade under the huge Arbutus tree.
She came down to check out the view for a while.
And the photosphere. I am not sure why it is so disjointed. It was my third try.
Then we retraced our steps to the car and home.