Goats on the Roof

We set aside today to explore the more unpopulated up-island. The photo is of Port Renfrew. When I was a child many years ago I would sit with my grandfather on his front porch playing cards. He would count cars coming from one direction and I would count them from the other direction. On a busy afternoon we might reach fifteen... together. From the looks of Port Renfrew they are even more laid back. They only need one person to occasionally come out and take count (although they did miss us today).

Then it was cross country on an even smaller road with one way bridges. Definitely logging country but how can anyone harvest trees on slopes you'd need to rope up to walk up?! Because a fellow B&B guest in Moosejaw recommended we go there, we headed to Coombs. In the early 70's Kris, an immigrant from Norway, decided to build a market with a sod roof. A few months later during the Coombs Fair he realized the grass on the roof needed cutting. Inspiration struck after a few glasses of wine. "Borrow" some goats and put them on the roof! It obviously was a million dollar idea. We left a few dollars there ourselves.

The answer from yesterday is flower pots (and drainage tile but that's not nearly as much fun).

Trivia for today... What is a group of goats called? A flock, a herd or a trip?