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Andem
#1
These provincial forums are not meant for political discussions. All political threads started here have been moved to Canadian Politics. Please keep it there.
 
#juan
#2
Searching for buried treasure in the Gulf Islands


Looking a Decourcy Islands from Parksville.

Neil Horner
Parksville Qualicum Beach News

PARKSVILLE, B.C. (Black Press) - McKenzie pointed. It was there, across the strait. De Courcy Island.

I shade my eyes as I looked at the third island out. Could the rumours be true?

As soon as my paddling pal, John McKenzie from Prince George, had suggested kayaking the chain of small Gulf Islands near Nanaimo my thoughts had turned to gold, the Brother XII gold, rumoured to have been hurriedly buried somewhere on De Courcy Island as the cult leader and his chief acolyte, the cruel and mysterious Madame Zee, scrambled to get away before the cops closed in.

That was in 1932, and Brother XII's utopian Aquarian Foundation had finally crumbled around him. He was being sued again by former and current cult members and the police would be arriving on the tiny Gulf Island any minute to talk about the lawsuits, and maybe about the beatings . . . and the mysterious disappearance of some dissenting cult members.

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Time was short. Brother XII and Madame Zee barely had time to dynamite the cult's fortified compound before they jumped in their boat and fled De Courcy forever.

As I peer across the narrow strait to be paddled to get to the campsite at Pirate's Cove I wonder, were they able to take all the gold with them when they split?

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Ever since the bemused police officers poked around the freshly blasted remains of the compound and its so-called house of mystery, whispers have circulated about a fortune in gold hidden somewhere on De Courcy by the on-the- run cult leader and his whip-wielding mistress.

I change into my wet suit, strap my hatches down tight, grab my paddle and climb into my kayak. As I push off across the almost greasy-calm strait, I know there's no way I can paddle to this island without looking under a few rocks and peering into a few stumps. I soon get into the rhythm of paddling and think about that charismatic one-time sailor, Edward Arthur Wilson who fancied himself a prophet.

It was the 1920s, and Wilson, a son of British wealth and privilege, began telling his moneyed friends of having disturbing visions, nightmarish scenes of a coming apocalypse only a few would survive. Those chosen few, those who would follow him.

Some of his friends bought the tale and pledged their loyalty - and their money - to Wilson's Aquarian Foundation. Word spread and the soon well-funded Aquarian Foundation grew. In 1926 Wilson told his followers to come to Nanaimo, British Columbia, where they would set up an ideal community in which to ride out the coming storm.

It didn't take long for things to go sideways for Wilson, who now went by the title, The Brother XII. The men on the commune didn't much like his rules about marital relations, which they argued seemed to consist of abstinence with their wives by everyone but Brother XII. They didn't like the way he was spending their money, either. Eventually, some of them sued, and, with the Cedar property tied up in the courts, Brother XII left town and established new ideal communities on Valdes and De Courcy Islands.

The water is calm as we make the crossing and ease up the side of Mudge Island. We cross the tiny gap that separates it from Link Island, with its eerie rock formations of oddly sculpted sandstone. We circle De Courcy and set up camp at Pirate's Cove Marine Park, known back in Brother XII's day as The Haven, or Gospel Cove. Even though it's getting late, I don't waste time.

"I'm going for a walk," I say. Do you want any gold or anything?"

McKenzie rolls his eyes

"You have a very active imagination," he says.

Just up from the campsite I find a sign for The Brother XII Trail and begin my search.

Islands made of limestone, as it turns out, have lots of places where treasure can be hidden. Forget about 75-year-old stumps, the rock itself has pockets and fissures and caves everywhere. I get down on my knees to peer into a crack. Then another. And another.

I wonder, as I look into yet another crevice, did Madame Zee ever chase a terrified cult member down this very trail, lashing them with her bullwhip?

Things changed, apparently, when she arrived on the scene. What had before been uncomfortable living conditions for the cult members became brutal and downright dangerous. Degraded and turned into virtual slaves, they finally revolt in 1932 and start a court action to get their money back. Pretty soon it's dark and I head back to camp.

The next morning I get up early and look some more, this time around the darkwoods trail. No gold.

We paddle around nearby Ruxton and Pylades islands and then return.

When we get back to camp the radio has bad news. A strong southeaster is coming, gale force winds and crummy weather for the next five days. Time is short. We have to leave at first light, before the gale picks up, or we could be windbound for a week.

At first light we strike our tents and pack up the kayaks. The wind is already starting to blow and, like The Brother XII and Madame Zee, we must flee De Courcy - fast.[img][/img]
 
#juan
#3
My wife and I spent the last three days of 2005 in Toffino on the west coast of Vancouver Island. It rained the whole time we were there but we did get to see some awesome 15 - 20 foot waves.






Just down the beach to the right there were a couple dozen wetsuited surfers trying to find the perfect wave.



We got enough clear sky on new year's eve to make a beautiful sunset
 
missile
#4
That last photo is how I like to think of BC weather[not the 4 straight weeks of rain you've had!] Ours hasn't been any better tho At least,we are having a break from the usual stuff...that rotten 4 letter word[SNOW!]
 
#juan
#5
After a month of rain

we get little comfort from the old B.C. chant,"At least you don't have to shovel it."
 
Mass Effect
#6
Snow is beautiful. I hate the rain!
 
taxslave
#7
Quote: Originally Posted by Mass EffectView Post

Snow is beautiful. I hate the rain!

Then stay away from the coast and keep your filthy white stuff. Girls in parkas are just not as appealing as ones in bikinis. Rain can be pumped while snow must be shoveled or else evacuate to Mexico until the months with 'R' in them have passed. I hope to retire to a place where there is no word for snow in their vocabulary.
 
VanIsle
#8
Quote: Originally Posted by taxslaveView Post

Then stay away from the coast and keep your filthy white stuff. Girls in parkas are just not as appealing as ones in bikinis. Rain can be pumped while snow must be shoveled or else evacuate to Mexico until the months with 'R' in them have passed. I hope to retire to a place where there is no word for snow in their vocabulary.

Ahh but Taxslave, how about all this sunshine we have had over the past couple of weeks? Could the weather be any better? I realize it's Spring and almost Summer but look around. Beautiful flowers are everywhere. The rhododendrons are almost finished their first big bloom. The wonderous sound of lawnmowers and weedeaters is everywhere. Ya gotta love it! We are supposed to cool down over the next few days - going from the low to mid 30's to mid 20's. It won't be long now until you, me, Juan, Talloola and Treegirl will be wishing for some rain because it's "too dry"! lol A couple of years ago I went to a doctor here that was one amongst many that came here from Africa. I asked him how he liked it here. He said he has a home over looking the ocean, the weather is beautiful and "It just doesn't get any better".
 
L Gilbert
#9
Lots of blooms here too. We like the seasons. Visiting places that had late spring, summer, and then early fall were interesting, but we also like trucking through the forested mountains on snowshoes in the sun with crisp clean air filling our lungs, then arriving home, having hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps and drinking them in the hottub.
 
taxslave
#10
VI; You're right I am looking forward to some rain but I have a financial interest in it. If we don't get rain soon we will be unemployed. Also our pastures need watering to keep the horses fed. I don't mind rain too much having lived and worked on the North island and mid coast most of my life. Just don't like being cold even though I like snowboarding.
 
taxslave
#11
Jaun: If you want to look for treasure on the coast find where Drake buried his loot. I think it is around Comox harbour somewhere.
 
Mowich
#12
Quote: Originally Posted by taxslaveView Post

Then stay away from the coast and keep your filthy white stuff. Girls in parkas are just not as appealing as ones in bikinis. Rain can be pumped while snow must be shoveled or else evacuate to Mexico until the months with 'R' in them have passed. I hope to retire to a place where there is no word for snow in their vocabulary.

Now that is a lovely thought, no snow. We had so much here at Eagle Creek last winter, there were days when I was shovelling two or three times just to keep my paths open. The snow just kept piling up and for some reason it never left our rooves until spring was well upon us. Many places without foundations were crushed by the weight. It was not a fun winter and thoughts of sunnier climes were never far from most of our thoughts.
 

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