Share this!When I was little I wanted to be a movie star. I wanted to see my name in lights and be rich and famous. I wanted to forever play make-believe, travelling the world making films. Hmmm, so maybe things didn’t quite work out that way — besides doing some acting in school, the closest I got was a little work as an extra. The hours on set were long and boring, and I was too...
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Share this!I’m no chef. Anyone who sees me with a knife will tell you it’s best if I just stick to baking. And yet, and yet, they let me dice up cucumbers, red peppers, and olives for a salad as part of a “Greek Extravaganza” night at the Young Adult Community Kitchen (YACK). I was invited by Vanessa Sparrow, creator, coordinator, and kitchen headmistress of YACK, to hang out and help out...
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Share this!I have my gumboots on again. It must mean there’s another adventure afoot. (I’m not a huge fan of puns but that one practically typed itself out on the page.) This time we’re going mushroom picking. Temporary mushroom buyer stations sprout up in Powell River every fall. Chanterelles and pine mushrooms are among those highly sought after and if you know where to look and the...
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Share this!When I first started writing ‘Adventures in Powell River’, I received a flood of suggestions about the adventures Bob and I should do. One of these came from our friend Chris who suggested we “shop the farmers market, pick from your garden, forage, and cook a 100% local meal.” And then of course, invite Chris for dinner. So we were on board with that, and thought it could...
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Share this! Bob and I are rookie gardeners. We’re only in our third year of having a veggie garden so we have lots to learn. Powell River’s gardening community is very supportive and eager to offer tips and answer questions. One of the best ways to connect with Powell River gardeners is the Powell River Food Security Project’s annual Edible Garden Tour. It’s...
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Share this!Do you hear the trail calling? I do. I don’t get out there nearly as often as I’d like, so knowing it’s waiting is always tickling the back of my mind. You know what I mean? It’s hard to resist, especially when nature provides t-shirt weather with skies a crisp azure blue. And so as Bob’s birthday approached, and we’d yet to do an overnighter on...
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