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Amy's first fish heads for the frying pan.

A Rare Sighting

Occasionally, when the elements are just right, a small group of Youngs will congregate together for the purpose of eating and playing cards. In late August just such an event was spotted on the north shore - local young Youngs renewed relations over take-out Thai and a physical game of Donkey on a surprisngly flimsy table. These pictures show the group of cousins frolicking after the shared meal and before the necessary ritual sacrifice of one of the Innocents.

Progress on Pirate's Island

In August we took a sojourn to Passage Island with our comrade TA to check out the nation-building over there. We drank and dined with locals and relations, met the goat and tented on the floor of the ever-rising house. The next day we took in a local beach on Bowen Island and burned in the sun.

The Prodigal Son

Of course, as no trip to the interior is fully complete without a visit to the old folks we spent several days in the bat cave on Tamarack. The little man even came down from Rumsfields oil-patch to say hi and I renewed relations with my companion Willy, who no doubt was put out by being unable to share the bed with Amy. We visited old and new friends, toured the old neighbourhood (podcast to follow?) and donated money to the local casino (wait, that was just me...).

During our summer holidays in July we travelled to Houston BC to visit the Halvorson clan there. Fun was had by all as we fished a local lake for trout. Amy successfully caught her first fish and then tried cleaning her first fish, not so successfully.