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A summer traverse of the Spearheads, east of Whistler/Blackcomb. In the picture we are starting to approach the Tremor-Shudder col from the west. (1992)
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The grounded and now wrecked hull of the 'Pride of Strome’, one of the two small car ferries that traversed the narrows of Loch Carron. Fish farm cages seen to the rear, east of the Strome narrows, and outside to the east of the Marine Protection Area.
"The “Pride of Strome” seen here, was built in 1962 by Forbes of Sandhaven. She was 16m long x 5m wide and was one of the last two ferries operating between Strome and Stromeferry which stopped upon the opening of the road by-pass in 1970. The car platform was finely balanced and rotated by hand. The on and off ramps were also hand operated, both are seen here with the starboard ramp counter weight above.
Originally at low tide the sailings had to be suspended for some three hours as the jetties on both side sof the loch were inadequate. So in 1956/7 the jetties were extended to alleviate this considerable problem. Fares were then increased to 10/- (50p).
The sister ferry hull drifted off one night in a storm, managed to get through all the fish farm cages without damaging any and grounded herself near the Lochcarron Weavers, about 1 mile NE of this location. This was the smaller, Strome Castle, measuring 9m long x 3m wide, which was built in 1958 by Nobles of Fraserburgh.
2018 Chevrolet Traverse with custom fit Gatorback flaps. Traverse courtesy of Murray Chevrolet in Lethbridge
I got soaking wet on this hike...literally from head to toe, but I can't think of a better way to spend a rainy Saturday afternoon!
We took the wrong fork of the gully about 2/3 of the way up and had to traverse across this steep snow covered rock rib to get back in the right fork, which I found to be the psychological crux.
7 and half year old Jack Tisdale gets a cobra painted on his face by Margaret Ann Slawson at the 2009 Traverse City Film Festival opening kick off.
repu de soleil et de beauté, de la découverte passionnée et des rencontres humaines innatendues, riches, émouvantes parfois le voyageur laisse une dernière fois la mer et les émotions le porter, sur son chemin ... direction la maison fermée , air lourd saturé de la poussière abandonnée de l'été passé tres loin ... direction le boulôt fatidique, la rentrée des enfants et les premières courses en grande surface ... encore, encore quelques heures d'ailleurs entre livres, moteur aux rythmes sourds, sommeils cahotiques, désign étonnant et décalé de l'embarcation ... Ulysse, Ulysse aperçois tu Pénélope, là bas, sur le rivage ; boucanier, pirate d'occasion la mouette rieuse et le goeland majestueux te disent la terre proche ... et puis une dernière fois le soleil qui vient embrasser la vague, la corde qui vous arrime ... TERRE ! ... vite, la voiture, vite, un Kway, il fait froid tout à coup, vite l'autoroute lisse qui remplace les sentes ensablées et cahotiques ... demain, demain ... TRAVERSéE ... le fil est renoué, la vie me pousse ...