It was a dark and stormy night. [I always wanted to start a story with this classic line!! : ]Well, it was.!!.... one of the worst that had hit the lower Vancouver Island in many a year. The winds were howling at between 60 and 80 miles per hour. This was in December, so there was blowing snow leaving visibility anywhere close to zero. We were huddled up in house, knowing that the animals were all taken care of, keeping warm by the fireplace. The windows were rattling in their frames, snow was building up against the doors and we were snug in the house.
The next day, the snowfall had decreased, and while it had not totally stopped, the visibility was very much limited. We worked around the farm, getting all the chores done, and then headed off to our feed store for the days work. With all the snow on the roads, and Victoria being as unprepared as it usually is when snow arrives, the roads were not cleared for almost the whole day. Close to quitting time is when the roads were finally plowed. Needless to say, it was a pretty slow day at the store.
Two days later, this being Victoria, you could probably not have ever guessed that it had snowed. The rains came and washed most of the snow away and all that was left was the inevitable road cleaning from the surfeit of branches and trees that had fallen by the highways department. So it was in the winter of 1989, that Alice and I decided that, with the roads back in shape, we would go for a drive by the waterfront. We started, as we always did, at the breakwater, and then would our way through Beacon Hill Park, past Gonzales bay and headed into the city of Oak Bay, a suburb of Victoria. As we were passing the Oak Bay golf course, I looked over and saw what appeared to be a ship on the rocks.
A quick pull over and a better look and yes indeed, it was a ship
The next day, the snowfall had decreased, and while it had not totally stopped, the visibility was very much limited. We worked around the farm, getting all the chores done, and then headed off to our feed store for the days work. With all the snow on the roads, and Victoria being as unprepared as it usually is when snow arrives, the roads were not cleared for almost the whole day. Close to quitting time is when the roads were finally plowed. Needless to say, it was a pretty slow day at the store.
Two days later, this being Victoria, you could probably not have ever guessed that it had snowed. The rains came and washed most of the snow away and all that was left was the inevitable road cleaning from the surfeit of branches and trees that had fallen by the highways department. So it was in the winter of 1989, that Alice and I decided that, with the roads back in shape, we would go for a drive by the waterfront. We started, as we always did, at the breakwater, and then would our way through Beacon Hill Park, past Gonzales bay and headed into the city of Oak Bay, a suburb of Victoria. As we were passing the Oak Bay golf course, I looked over and saw what appeared to be a ship on the rocks.
A quick pull over and a better look and yes indeed, it was a ship