Geordie and I stayed a night at a cheap motel in Nanaimo as I didn't feel like driving all the way up to Telegraph Cove so late and in the dark. So we took a walk to find the elusive supper and found a wild plum tree. Perfectly ripe and delicious. We had to climb pretty high as it was pretty picked over all ready but still came out with about 5 each. So gooooood!
Stone stacking seems to be a West Coast thing. Vancouverites will know that this happens near English Bay and 2nd Beach like clockwork in the summer. Here is Nanimo's version with bridges and a pretty painted heart shaped stone.
I think this guy looks like Baron Munchausen from the Terry Gilliam movie. His name was Frank Ney and while he may appear to be some naval hero of note (and was an RAF pilot), the statue commemorates his time as a politician. He began the tradition of bathtub boat races between Nanaimo and Vancouver, often dressing as a pirate for such events.
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