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Rewriting History

It first happened a few years ago and it was kinda cute. I recall thinking, “Wow.” And then the next time it happened, it was “seriously?” And then again. Now it is time to get it straight. Poison Bay. A small bay, about a kilometre northeast of Hank’s Beach, a bay so small that if […]

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Hoping to Curry Favour!

This young raven had a rough day. I found him late this afternoon while gathering eggs during a lull in the rainstorm. He may have been hung up for as long as five hours. The chickens didn’t seem overly alarmed and luckily for the raven, the farmer was not overly alarmed! With Donna’s help using […]

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The Man Called Nakatsui – by Mike Manson

Childhood memories are some of the best. As a young boy I spent my summers on Cortes. It was before the days of ferries and power. We stayed in our little shack on the beach and when the evening darkness came I would ask my father to tell me stories of the olden days. My […]

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Ninety Nine years ago … – by Mike Manson

It was some time before midnight with the moon high in the sky when a canoe slowly came out of the shadows of the North Twin. Now cast in bright light it made its way south across the bay, straight towards the sloop. A shotgun lay on the bottom of the canoe, already loaded and […]

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Tiber Bay or… – by Mike Manson

A visit to the cemetery at Manson’s Landing is a journey into the past. A number of pioneers are buried here. One family name that always captures my interest is that of Teuber, or is it Tiber? August Teuber and Henry Tiber. And what of Rose Tiber? The spelling of August with a backwards “s”, […]

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