12 June 2012 Tuesday Pender Harbour
Rain drums steadily on the deck and hatches and streams of water roll off the canvas. It is a day of cedar-tinged twilight until evening, which brings descending fog and still more rain.
They call Pender Harbour the “Venice of BC,” but what we see is weird green light and sorrowful shopkeepers, because bad weather, the high cost of fuel and the high Canadian dollar have brought them little business and steady debts of their own. We buy $4 litres of milk and walk a damp perimeter path around a small park with a woman and her two labs. The local bear, she says, was recently shot; someone who didn’t know anything about it got scared and complained it was into the garbage. We can’t keep going like this, she says, killing what frightens us.