Category Archives: Tour of Powell River

Powell River Is Where?

It takes about five hours to travel 120 kms from my home in Powell River to Vancouver. Each ferry takes a bit under an hour, add the waiting at the ferry terminals, plus the small curvy road all the way down, and it becomes a major trek.

But lots of folk don’t quite understand where Powell River is. Some think it’s on Vancouver Island but it’s not, and many don’t quite understand why it’s a bit isolated. So I took a coaster to explain.

Please note – I was a little off on my ‘end of road’ marker, so add another half inch or so. This is where the road, highway 101, ends (or begins) on the west coast. You can’t go any further north.

About this road: If you were to hop in your car at the little fishing village of Lund, about 30 minutes north of Powell River, and you kept going south, you’d end up in Chile.

And one last little piece of trivia. I used to work at the ferry at Saltery Bay. If all this isn’t enough, I’ve included a bonus picture of me on one of my better days.

Good Old Bookstore

I’ve had this book about the Rocket since it showed up in stores in 2000 or 2001.

And now I have two, because Sunday morning I walked into a secondhand bookstore in Powell River and bought another for five bucks.

On the inside page, it’s been autographed by the late, great Gump Worsley!

Whoever Gord is, I wonder why he didn’t want it anymore. Or maybe someday he’ll ask, “Hey honey, have you seen my Rocket book signed by Gump Worsley?

Here’s another Gump signature if you want to compare.

Fit For A King

This is the dump, er house, that I lived in with these guys in Powell River in 1970. We had a dead fish in a birdcage out front and a pressure cooker inside to make moonshine.
I’m not in the picture, not sure where I was, but it was around this time that I hitchhiked across the country and back again, so maybe that’s where I was.

Pleks! And B.C. Too!

Terrific news: Thomas Plekanec has signed a new two-year, 12 million dollar extension running through the 2017-18 season, thereby ending rumours that the shifty and truly smart forward might be moving on after this campaign. After he hoists the Cup.

Plekanec will be almost 35 when this extension runs its course, and if he wants to retire, he probably has a few bucks banked away after earning 40 million or so Habs dollars.

If he doesn’t, he should be ashamed of himself.

It goes without saying that Pleks has been an important, ultra-talented Montreal Canadien over the years, with a great career that began in 2005-06, and now as he chips away at 800 games wearing the CH, we know we have him, after this season, for at least two more after that.

Below, Prust, yours truly, and Plekanec.


In the meantime, 50 really neat things you may or may not have known about British Columbia (where I live), and which you can see Рright here. 

Trust me it’s interesting, whether you live in Newfoundland or Sault Ste. Marie or Moose Jaw or Chilliwack.

Or Seattle or San Diego or Orlando or Bangor. Or Moscow or Taiwan or Amsterdam or Helsinki or Oslo or Orillia..

Click the above link and learn some neat things about this very cool province. (I live 120 km. north of Vancouver on the edge of the water, at the top of the Sunshine Coast).


Sky Pilot

I’ve posted this before (twice) but I don’t care. I’m proud of what happened.

I was a small town newspaper guy and my editor phoned me at home one evening and asked me if I was interested in flying with the Snowbirds for an hour or two.

When I said of course I was, she told me to get on the next ferry to Vancouver Island, check in at CFB Comox where I’d spend the night, and the next morning have fun.

So I did. And it was awesome to say the least.

We flew in formation, we went straight up and straight down, we flopped over upside down, and at times our wings seemed to almost touch the ones beside us.

At one point the pilot told me that he wanted a closer look at a fishing boat down below and told me to take the handle and do it. So for several seconds I was in control of a Snowbird all by myself, taking it down closer to the water.

And although he warned me beforehand that many guests lose their lunch at some point and showed me where the barf bags were in the cockpit, I didn’t need them. Very proud about that.









Seeing The Island Sky

Below, the Powell River Kings on board the Island Sky ferry at Saltery Bay, south of Powell River, where I worked until recently. (Although the last few years were on shore working the ramp and selling tickets).

The BCHL Kings were on their way to Nanaimo to face the Clippers and were being serenaded by the ship’s first officer. At this writing, the Kings lead the Clippers two games to one in Island Division playoff action.

The BCHL is wonderful hockey and a host of players end up with hockey scholarships throughout North America.

Many go beyond too.

Brett Hull played for Penticton, Carey Price stopped pucks for Quesnel, Sens forward Kyle Turris starred for Burnaby, and most importantly of course – Scott Gomez dazzled with South Surrey.

Thanks to Beatnik for sending me this. I was there when the Island Sky was a brand new ship having just arrived and it’s nice to see it again. I had worked on two other ships prior to the Island Sky – the Queen of Tsawwassen, which is now in retirement, and the Queen of Chilliwack, that sails the inner passage to Prince Rupert.

Two Months Now In Montreal

It’s been two months exactly since arriving in Montreal, and you bet it’s been a big change. Coming from a city of 20,000, up the coast from Vancouver, where I could bomb around town, stop at the grocery store, get some gas, go to the dump, stop at the license bureau, make my dentist appointment, and buy socks at Walmart, all in an hour or two.

That’s not the case in Montreal. We’re talking a couple of days for this kind of thing. It took me most of one day just to get my driver’s license and new plates here.

In Powell River, traffic jams mean five cars at a traffic light. Montreal isn’t quite like that. Not by a friggin country mile.

You hardly ever see a detour sign in Powell River. In Montreal however……….

I used to get upset with slow drivers on the Sunshine Coast. In Montreal, I want to slam my brakes on the next person who tailgates me when I’m already 20 kms. over the speed limit, get out and pound his or her windshield with a crowbar.

Montreal has sports talk radio, which is the first such thing I’ve heard since I moved to Powell River from Calgary 18 years ago. I listened to CBC in Powell River.

It was 99% English there. I’m living in St. Hubert now, which is 99% French.

Most Powell Riverites cheer for the Vancouver Canucks. In Montreal, it’s another team. ūüôā

The view’s better in Powell River, with the ocean and Vancouver Island just across the way, with fishing boats and tugs going by. However, if you’ve ever seen some of the Montreal women walking around, you might ask yourself what’s better.

From my deck in Powell River I could hear sea lions barking. I’ve yet to hear one sea lion in Montreal. Although I saw a deer on Cousineau Boulevard recently.

More often than not, strangers walking past each other in Powell River smile and say hello. Not so much in Montreal.

I’ve noticed that some shopkeepers in Montreal aren’t overly friendly. Then I remembered that some in Ottawa, Toronto, Calgary, Vancouver, and yes, even Powell River, aren’t either.

I’ve yet to see any loggers or fishermen in Montreal.

It would be ridiculous to compare smoked meat between the two places. But the prawns in Powell River are sensational.

Beer’s slightly cheaper in Montreal, but taxes are higher.

Montreal’s downtown is fabulous and I’d love to live in the heart of it. Powell River doesn’t have a downtown. Just some shops here and there. And of course the Walmart in the mall, which isn’t really the downtown but probably is.

Luci and I grew palm trees in our yard in Powell River. Ain’t gonna happen in Montreal.

Everyone in Powell River talks about not being able to live away from the ocean. I can, and the St. Laurence suits me just fine.

Montreal gets some serious winter. Powell River dips a few degrees below zero, but it rains non-stop for four or five months. I’m not afraid of Montreal’s cold and snow. I grew up with it in Ontario. And I drove semis in it for 20 years.

The bottom line is, both places are great. I have an excellent hockey-related job. And I’m living in the home of the Montreal Canadiens, the team I’ve loved for about 57 years now.

Maybe Luci and I will end up back on the West Coast, in beautiful Powell River. But right now I’m focused on my job at Classic Auctions, which is a big learning curve to be sure, and also on living in Montreal, which I’ve wanted to do for much of my life. And Luci is embracing the whole idea.

You might ask yourself, why would he do this at his age, leaving a tranquil place with everything pretty well under control, and just take it easy instead? It’s because I’m restless, always have been, and if I turned down a chance to work at the best hockey auction house on the planet, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.

Two months now in Montreal. I can’t believe it.





Habs Woodstock

The video below shows¬†where I’ve hung my hat for the last 16 years. It’s a terrific place. Way too many Canucks fans but great anyway.

Powell River sits at the top of the Sunshine Coast, 120 kilometres north of Vancouver, with the Strait of Georgia, also known as the Salish Sea, also known as part of the Pacific Ocean, in our backyard, so to speak.

There are also¬†some Habs fans here, and I suppose now is as good a time as any to mention what my wife Luci came up with.¬†We’d like to have local Habs fans join¬†us some night at TC’s Pub for beer and talk. We can¬†trash Gomez, for example. We can slander the Canucks. We can toss the around the idea of whether or not Brad Marchand’s brain should be donated to science. While he’s still alive.

I think it could be the most fun any of us could ever have with our clothes on.

I’m going to start putting the word out. Like now. Heck, maybe it’ll get so big that those of you from other parts will make the trek out here.¬†Sort of like a Habs Woodstock, with you arriving in your Volkswagon vans, whooping and hollering, blasting Annakin Slayd¬†and wearing Habs sweaters.

Powell River might never be the same again.


The Eagle Has Landed

I thought we might hear an announcement of a new Habs coach today but it hasn’t happened. I don’t know why I thought¬†it would be today. Maybe I was just trying to will it.

So I¬†figured I’d¬†take a picture of something and babble on about it, but when I tried, I found the batteries in the camera were dead.

Now¬†I’m¬†ill-prepared,¬†and because I’m feeling fairly lazy as well, I’ve decided to take the easy way out and show some pictures my¬†stepson Denis took when he was in Powell River. He was watching an eagle fly away, but then he¬†noticed it coming¬†back, and he took pictures with this really nice camera he has. He snapped away, and the eagle came to rest on a tree branch with a fish in his mouth, which¬†he (the eagle, not Denis) promptly ate.