Because yesterday was Earth Day, I will post about it today.
There is in our little stretch of paradise on Vancouver Island, which is very rapidly being paved over to put up parking lots and huge tract houses, a particularly lovely resort. It’s called Yellow Point Lodge. I wrote a profile of it for Western Living Magazine about four years ago. The pull quote the magazine used was: “Staying at Yellow Point is a bit like going to visit your favourite grandfather at his home located somewhere between the Adirondacks and oh, say, Elsinore.”
I’ve just read that the proprietor, Richard Hill, has put the land into a trust so it will never be developed. I take my hat off to him.
My friend Mary and I used to visit Yellow Point Lodge on a certain weekend each year to celebrate our birthdays. One year, we couldn’t make it and we lost our spot. Seriously. That’s how Yellow Point works. At the end of each year, you rebook for the following year. If you can’t make it, someone else moves into “your” place. We have been trying to get a new spot for two years. Without success. But the marvelous thing is that we are now assured that we will have many years to try and get a new weekend.
In other post-Earth Day news, I’ve just finished watching Season 3 of Battlestar Galactica. They are drawing ever closer to Earth but I can’t help worrying that they might be a little disappointed when they get here to discover China belching out smoke from innumerable coal-fired plants, the rainforests and boreal forests completely gone. I think that might make Admiral Odama sort of mad. I, for one, don’t want to have to deal with an enraged Odama, especially after he’s had such a long journey. So let’s do our part, people! Keep it green for Odama!