Home for the Holidays

A Bald Eagle

So it was "home" for the holidays - the wilds of Vancouver Island. My mother gave me another local history book this year. I really enjoy reading about my home town and seeing in print the stories I've heard growing up, and stories I didn't know. My friends in New York might find it interesting that the town where I grew up started out in 1863 with a man climbing a tall tree and deciding he liked the lay of the land. It's a wonderfully bizarre, colonial place where the wilderness is always just over the hill. For example, just a few days ago a confused and sleepy bear looking for a mid-hibernation snack wandered through town.