Art Class At Klamath River Community Center

We have about 25 locals at Klamath River California, who feel very fortunate to have a College of the Siskiyous class being offered right here... and it just happens to be an Art Class, wooo hooo!

I joined them last week at Class 3. Nancy Kilmer, instructor is covering the basic drawing techniques: Prospective, vanishing points, drawing what you see, etc.

One of the first classes (which I missed) they did "drawing the hand". This was an exercise I did many years ago. I found this in my drawing journal.





The following graph paper is our exercise in prospective and vanishing point.. ie, view above, at, and below eye level.



Tonight is the last drawing lesson for the class.


Next week we start painting. I'm still debating wether I should go with oils or acrylics. I love oil, but I plan to paint the mural sign witrh acrylic, so it makes sense to get some practice with that medium. I got til next week to think that through.

This is fun! I did a couple sketches this summer, but my muse couldn't seem to find her way thru all the rain and clouds of southeast Alaska. I figured she must be here waiting for me.

More art to come.

And we're almost at the end of the trip blog..... one more entry coming there too.

Soon....
luv/jo

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Powell River Canada Aug 27 - Point Roberts, USA Sept 1

We arrived in Powell River at Westview Harbor in the rain. We expected to stay one day, but the weather had other ideas. We spent 3 days there, along with many many other boats. They kept coming in but no one left. The dock was chuck-a-block as George's mom used to say.

These are 3 separate docks. Boat rafted in so thick, you could walk across them from dock to dock.

We were there during some of the lowest tides of the year.

This was climbing up in the morning.










This dog's master hurried down the ramp to his boat, and his apprehensive dog studied the situation for a while ....






and then went for it .....














....and succeeded in conquering his fears.



We took a few bus rides over the three day layover. Great way to site sea especially if you have a bus driver who's a "wanna be tour guide". It was fun seeing and learning the behind the scenes of this mill town.


This is the captain waiting at the bus stop.

Finally on Augst 30, it was mass exodus from Westview Harbor under sunny skies.











Power boats











and Sail boats....


.....all heading south.

We arrived at Pender Harbor mid afternoon. It was like a day at the beach. Probably one of the prettiest days we had had in weeks.


The captain enjoying the sunshine on the foredeck in shirtsleeves. No polar fleece today.






And who should pull in, but Journey. This is a boat George encountered many years ago on his first time through British Columbia. He and Dave kept crossing tracks. Now nary a year goes by that we don't see Journey in our journeys. Dave and his wife were holed up in Powell River with us also for those 3 days.

Pretty fun how this works.




This is the "paper bag trick" for louring bees. An old First Nation man at Butedale told us about this one. Lo and behold, we encountered bees buzzing our boat, and this bag filled with air seemed to keep them at bay.








We left Pender Harbor in full sun and no wind,
the second prettiest day of the summer.




When we arrived in Port Graves midday, many boats were already anchored. By this time the waters had gotten rough and it was hard finding a spot that was out of the wind. We did and had a good night.


Early Monday morning (September 1) we departed for Point Roberts and our re-entry into the United States. It was Labor Day in Canada also.













We were back in the US of A. Another pretty day.... Now that we are at the end of our trip.










Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jigg.

Next - Bellingham, Washington and the lower 48.

luv/joB

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Port Neville, Blind Channel, Heriot Bay - Aug 24-26

We headed up Johnstone Strait to Port Neville.

That's Teal in the background tied to the dock while we beach combed.




The whale watchers came in for lunch while we were visiting Lorna, who oversees Port Neville and the old family homestead. The tourists shed their foulies when they headed up for their midday break.










This old building was standing when we visited last. It is now returning to the earth. This is the term the canadians use, which is similar to our "deteriorating, dilapidated old shack".







We left Port Neville in a light fog and had a smooth passage along Johnstone Strait






We shopped, showered, and did laundry at Blind Channel. Later in the afternoon we took a hike out the landing.

Many boats were coming in for shelter against a coming storm (which never manifested).

We visited with Art and Dan from "Afternoon Delight", who we had met at Pierre's.

Our passage started out rather calm and peaceful. We were sitting in our cockpit smiling and commenting how nice it was to be out there in the cool weather and having the new canvas enclosure to keep us warm and dry.






About that time we heard a boat communicating with the Coast Guard. As we came upon their rescue, we were entering HoskynChannel. The wind came up and the waves got wild. At first it was 8 and 10 ft waves. Soon they became 15 footers. George was standing out navigating shouting directions back to me "5 starboard, 10 port, "etc. We were trying to quarter the waves to help smooth the ride. Teal took it all in great stride and within 45 minutes we were entering Taku Harbor at Heriot Bay.... a very long 45 minutes, I might add. George got blasted by more than a few waves coming over the dodger.

It was a relief to tie to the dock. Even tho the wind was blowing hard and the rain was coming down in droves, we were at last stopped. George stripped down and off we went to the laundry AGAIN. I had been feeling smug that all our clothes were clean from having just done this exercise at Blind Channel the day before. We had two washers, clothes, towels, etc. So we finally had clean dry clothes again. That night we slept well inspite of the sound of the pounding rain and the action of the boat again the wind.

The next morning we provisioned at the little grocery at Heriot Bay and headed out in a dry but cool morning for our passage to Powell River.











luv/joB

Stayed tuned. That storm that had manifested itself, well it came................

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Lagoon Cove: "prawns and no prawns" Aug 22 & 23

We left Echo Bay August 22 and picked up our prawn trap. Little did we know this was to be our last catch in this prawn trap.




It was a dark and threatening day. So we enjoyed our refuge at the docks of Lagoon Cove.












Lagoon Cove has a potluck every night. The boaters bring their favorite dishes and Bill and Jean, the owners of Lagoon Cove, furnish prawns, and there are always plenty for second and third helpings.



We set our prawn trap on the way into the cove and when we tried to retrieve it the following morning, the inner bay was so rough we couldn't bring in the trap, so we left it and headed back to the Cove for another night. We had to subject ourselves to yet another night eating Bill's prawns. Believe me, it was not too difficult. The prawns are smaller than in years past, but they are sweet and tasty none the less.
Oh, this reminds me.... the cake with the missing cup of water...... Well, it turned out pretty much like brownies, and actually it was great! I used canned frosting and put marshmallow sauce with it. That was our contribution the first night, and the only dessert on the table. Well, the second night there was more dessert, so maybe I started something. Cooks never know if their mistakes will be a flops or successes. I was lucky this time!

After the potluck we we realized that the wind coming into the cove was not going to let up enough to keep our boat from jerking around all night, so we asked to be moved. The only place Bill had to put us where we wouldn't be subjected to the winds was at the "honeymoon suite". It a dock off to the side and is separated from Lagoon Cove. You need a boat shuttle to get to the Cove itself, ergo the name honeymoon suite. It was very quiet there.











Our view from the Honey Moon Suite

We left early in the morning to retrieve our prawn trap. The water was flat and we had no problem hooking the float, however retrieving the trap was another story. We got just so much distance between the float and the boat, and then nothing! It was stuck. We tried all the techniques for pulling it up, but it was so well hooked that the boat stalled. We determined we must be hooked to a cable on the bottom, and had to abandon our efforts. By this point in time, the float was submerged along with about 300 feet of line. That's where we had to cut the rope. That was a painful act, as that meant we had lost TWO prawn traps this summer. The only consolation was that George's three-day fishing license had already expired and we couldn't fish in Canada any more this year anyway. Sela vie









The day's gloomy weather matched our mood.

luv/joB

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We're in back in the lower 48 - Sun is Shining

We picked up the car and I drove down and George brought the boat. It took him 7 hours and he said it was the best run of the whole summer and I wasn't even there to enjoy it. I did enjoy a great Thai lunch at Fairhaven, the small town near Bellingham, from where the Ferry boats depart. I shopped around for a few hours, so I had a good run also.

The weather has been spectacular since we we left British Columbia.

We have been working to get the boat ready for winter. So the gentle breezes and warm sunshine are wasted on us from the sailing standpoint at least, but we are enjoying working in dryness and it's great being warm! That's the biggee.... summer AND sun.... well I guess it's actually fall, isn't it?

I'll fill you in on the missing pieces once we're back at the river. We hear it's hot there too, and they are needing bingo players.

Thanks for following our adventures.
luv/jo
(and the Captian says hi)

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