Winging Home
This week I'll be winging my way home to Powell River and our float cabin up Powell Lake.
The easiest way to get there is flying on Pacific Coastal Airlines.
Come fly with me. -- Margy
Powell River Books publishes the series Coastal BC Stories by Wayne J. Lutz.
This week I'll be winging my way home to Powell River and our float cabin up Powell Lake.
Highway 101 is called the Pan-America Highway because it runs all the way from Canada down to the tip of South America. Nearby Lund boasts that it's the end (or beginning) of this lengthy intercontinental thruway. But within the limits of Powell River, BC, it's better known as Marine Avenue.
Marine Ave starts in Westview and ends in the Townsite. There's a lot of history along this roadway. When the Townsite was created for the workers at the papermill in 1910, it was known as Oceanview. In 1959, the name was changed to Marine Avenue. On the east side are the large homes of Manager's Row that originally housed the papermill's most important employees. Perched above the Strait of Georgia, they had a birds-eye view of the mill below.
Any time there's a storm up the lake it brings wind. When a storm is moving in, the wind comes from the southeast and hits the cabin in front. After the storm passes, the wind shifts to the northwest. Then it hits us from two directions. The cliff behind the cabin splits it. Some comes through the notch of Hole in the Wall. The rest comes down the lake and angles past us towards John's place across the bay.
Wind that comes through the Hole pushes our log boom in. Because the lake level is so low, the anchor cables let the logs drift more than usual. During the last storm, the boom went so far it bumped the sides of our boats tied to the cabin's float.
The first two pictures show how close the logs came. This last one shows the log boom's normal position with no wind.
The wind also makes our cabin rock on its anchor cables. Fortunately, our good friend and cabin builder John invented a tire shock absorber system. In case you haven't seen the video, here it is again.
I live in a floating cabin on Powell Lake in British Columbia. My front, back, and side yards are all water. I am captivated by the reflections I see, especially on windless days. Here are a few of my favourites. First, reflections from my cabin's front porch.
And two closeups.
If you are new to my blog, I invite you to browse around. You can also check out our website for more information about Wayne's book about our cabin life, Up the Lake. -- Margy
Early spring brings changeable weather. When you get the chance, you head out exploring.
On one such day John, Wayne, Bro and I took off in the tin boat.
John and Wayne wanted to do trail building in Chippewa Bay. I wanted to explore the old logging camp site exposed by the low lake level at The Point. Bro just wanted to play along the shore and take a nap in the scattered sunshine. -- Margy
Powell Lake in mainland Coastal British Columbia is about 175 kilometres (110 miles) north of Vancouver. It's water flows from rivers and glaciers in the Coastal Range through the short (only 500 metres or one-third of a mile long) Powell River into the Strait of Georgia near a town bearing its name.
Powell Lake is 51 kilometres (32 miles) long with 480 kilometres (300 miles) of shoreline. Our cabin is about 17 kilometres (10 miles) up the lake from the marina at the Shinglemill in a bay called Hole in the Wall. The only way to get there is by boat. That gives us lots of privacy, but it can also be a challenge at times. Powell Lake can get up to 4' waves on it's longer reaches.
Here are some interesting facts. Powell Lake ...
Up the Winter Trail, Up the Strait, Up the Airway, Farther Up the Lake Farther Up the Main
Farther Up the Strait
Cabin Number 5, Off the Grid
Up the Inlet, Beyond the Main
Powell Lake by Barge and Quad
Off the Grid: Getting Started
Go to www.PowellRiverBooks.com for ordering information.