When Everette and I moved to Vancouver Island with our two little girls back in 1991 we settled in the no-building code area of Errington where we lived in a 21′ motorhome while we fell, skidded, peeled and fully scribed logs for making this….
This is the log house Everette and I built with help from Mom and Dad Johnson. Having built several houses over the years being in construction this is the house we reminisce the most about, and this is the property that holds the most wonderful (and difficult) memories for us as a small and young family.
We wrestled with pulling salal & feeding the never-ending yard fire to clear the land; our phone was mounted inside a wooden box hung on the telephone pole in the middle of the yard; mice destroyed our belongings stored in a shed outback; mice climbed thru the floorboards by the gas pedal in our motorhome and ran along the curtain rod inches above my head to jump on the kitchen counter; flying ants rained on the tin roof and crawled in our bed; cats dropped salamanders in our living room; ants infested our stock of pine stacked in our dining room; it was so black at night we couldn’t see each other in bed nor our hand held in front of our nose; we shovelled snow into our canning pot to melt on the wood stove so we could wash dishes; Rauchelle was given a hatchet at 4 yrs old to peel all the handrails for the front of the house….and never had an injury.
Money was tight so we started with just one free window and door. When the time came to put another window in Everette would start up the Husquavarna and carve out the opening, filling the house with gas and saw dust. Oh…those were the days!
End of Englishmen River Rd we took the path to the river where we spent many summer days playing in the water. Always freezing cold, from that glacial melt.
After our log house we built another house with Mom and Dad Johnson but it was placed on the property so it wasn’t viewable from the street and now the greenery is even thicker. But we did take a walk down the path that wound through the forest past that property and we threw rocks and floated wooden boats (twigs and bark) and tried to sink them. Toveli began building a bridge from rocks while I sat and enjoyed the gurgling water and the smell of the forest.
We drove up to Englishmen River Falls Provincial Park for another walk in the forest, and to practice spitting off the bridge!! The simple things in life!
After a lunch break we made one more stop to absorb the power and majesty of the rainforest. Cathedral Grove, on the way out to Port Alberni and BC’s own Long Beach (we didn’t go there, but if YOU were you’d drive right thru this beautiful grove of massive trees.)