This morning, we drove to a few neighborhoods and beaches. While we were getting ready, the girls were snoozing in the quiet of the campsite:
We have both forgotten the name of the first beach we visited. It is south of Powell River. We met a man originally from Germany who was out for a bike ride. He is 80 years old and looked 60. He biked the 10 km there for exercise. He gave us some ideas for businesses. For example, he said many people heat with wood, but it is hard to get wood delivered. He said a pick-up truck and a chainsaw and an agreement with the paper mill is the start-up. He also said that there are many opportunities for people who want to provide services for seniors. Unfortunately, I did not get to talk to him as long as Paul did because I was cleaning up Daisy’s “tossed breakfast” all down the truck door and on her bed. Poor baby.
The next beach we went to was Palm Beach. In case you are wondering, there were no palm trees there, but lots of houses and businesses have palm trees on their properties — planted, not in pots. Really!
This picture shows how dry it has been here. The grass is dried out everywhere. There hasn’t been any rain. It looks like Saskatoon in August.