Adventures in Solitude: What Not to Wear to a Nude Potluck and Other Stories from Desolation Sound
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From Captain George Vancouver to Muriel "Curve of Time" Blanchet to Jim "Spilsbury's Coast" Spilsbury, visitors to Desolation Sound have left behind a trail of books endowing the area with a romantic aura that helps to make it British Columbia's most popular marine park. In this hilarious and captivating book, CBC personality Grant Lawrence adds a whole new chapter to the saga of this storied piece of BC coastline.
Young Grant's father bought a piece of land next to the park in the 1970s, just in time to encounter the gun-toting cougar lady, left-over hippies, outlaw bikers and an assortment of other characters. In those years Desolation Sound was a place where going to the neighbours' potluck meant being met with hugs from portly naked hippies and where Russell the Hermit's school of life (boating, fishing, and rock 'n' roll) was Grant's personal Enlightenment--an influence that would take him away from the coast to a life of music and journalism and eventually back again.
With rock band buddies and a few cases of beer in tow, an older, cooler Grant returns to regale us with tales of "going bush," the tempting dilemma of finding an unguarded grow-op, and his awkward struggle to convince a couple of visiting kayakers that he's a legit CBC radio host while sporting a wild beard and body wounds and gesticulating with a machete. With plenty of laugh-out-loud humour and inspired reverence, Adventures in Solitude delights us with the unique history of a place and the growth of a young man amidst the magic of Desolation Sound.
pushed my bent glasses up my nose to get a better look at the bronzed, pregnant hippie ladies, spread out on the rocks like melted candles. Mom eventually signalled our exit . . . “Aldo! Thank you so much for having us!” in a volume shrill enough to frighten birds into flight. “We’d better get the kids home now, but this has been an absolutely fabulous party!” On our mostly silent boat ride home, Dad muttered that the party had been an unpleasant cross between Helter Skelter, Apocalypse Now and a
“the big, bad developer” several of the locals had feared would ruin their Desolation Sound tranquility. Mack ceased all further construction on our cabin. They traded angry phone calls and ignored each other’s invoices. A couple weeks later, Dad hired a seaplane and flew in an elderly couple from Vancouver to check out a few of the lots still for sale. Word eventually made it to Mack the Knife that Dad was back in the Sound. As Dad was walking the customers along the shoreline of one of the
at night listening to the new sounds of rock ’n’ roll on the radio, and remembered it all. He recalled endless trivia about those early days of rock that I retained much better than anything taught to me in grade eight math. Out of Dad’s earshot, Russell told me that Elvis was a phony; Chuck Berry was the real deal. He introduced me to countless artists that I would scribble onto scraps of paper and track down once I got back to the city: Bill Haley, Buddy Holly, Johnny Ray, Wanda Jackson, Jerry
fish’s dorsal fin pointing up. She never found out who pulled the prank or exactly what message that person was trying to send. Nonetheless, it didn’t have the desired effect. Candy remained as opinionated as ever. Candy earned the nickname “Handy Candy” from her ability to successfully tinker with just about anything. She just wasn’t that domestic. For years she handed out business cards to neighbours that read, “Handy Candy — I’ll Fix Anything But Dinner!” And she could. Fridges, propane tanks,
prevalent: bears, wolves, coyotes and cougars. Nancy shot her first cougar when she was thirteen years old and protecting the family goats. When she was fourteen, she survived a cougar attack, saved only by her dog leaping to her defence. The dog wasn’t so lucky. Over the course of her long life in Okeover Inlet, Nancy Crowther was said to have shot and killed an astounding twenty-two cougars. She became a local legend but the Cougar Lady did not welcome celebrity. After both her parents passed