Later Saturday night I caught up with Corbin Keep, who moved over to Gabriola last year. He was back for a performance at The Gallery in front of a small group of friends. Most of the arts loving islanders were over in Vancouver at a concert that Alison Nixon put together to raise money for a therapeutic community she is helping to create for families living with mental health challenges. Corbin's crowd was amused and amazed by his antics, songs, satires and sheer hubristic bizarreness. Much ink has been spilled about Corbin's ability to wring a symphony of sounds out of a cello, but to see him is really to believe. And to see him at home among friends is a lovely treat.
Sunday, I went with Aine down to the Pier for some tacos and sat in with some of Bowen's fine bluegrass players, including Murray Journeay, Bob Doucet, Jeff Scouten and Paul "One-Winged" Grant among opthers. some soccer with Finn and Caitlin. During Caitlin's scrimmage between her women's team and the U14 boys at the Bowen Island Football Club, she got caught in a hole in the field and tore her hamstring. Poor one...she's laid up in a pretty peck of pain and her season is probably done.
This morning, coming across to Vancouver with my friend Steven Wright, we noticed the smell of smoke on the wind. Once we got to the Cove we could see why. There is a 550 hectare forest fire burning up at Gold Lake near Lillooet and the light Squamish wind that had come up in the night had sucked smoke from there down to the Coast. From Vancouver there is a brown smear across the horizon and the sun rose angrily through it this morning, promising a day of 30 degrees and probably more smoke to come.
June always brings rains, so this taste of summer is usually shortlived, but by God, it feels like July out there already and one gets the feeling that a long hot summer is in the works.
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