The Filberg Festival, one of Vancouver Islands' longest established summer events, is also one of the most user friendly. Held on a nine acre waterfront heritage property, the site epitomizes the pastoral pleasures of summer. The grounds are cooled by ocean breezes, the view is stunning, fresh delights and old friends lurk around every turn of the path. Gardeners will be interested in the over 100 varieties of trees represented, and the swathes of established perennials throughout.
The children are entertained in the centrally located childrens' area, where they can have their face painted, create with recycled materials, or marvel a the rotating roster of entertainers brought in just for them.If those pleasures pall there is also a petting zoo
Two separate stages feature performances from experimental to established artists, providing a great opportunity to check out emerging talent, and the beauty of the location provides incentive for such names as Spirit of the West, Valdy and Jesse Winchester.
And let's not forget the thrill of the hunt up and down and around those winding foresty garden pathways. The artists and craftspeople who make it into this event have gone through a jury process months in advance. All vendors and products must be Canadian and handmade. Garden art, tiedye, jewellery, leatherwork, it's a great feeling to take something home that is one of a kind, purchased directly from the artist. Every year the festival selects an artist to feature whose works are displayed in the lodge onsite, one can take tea and take in.
Fading folks and whiny children can find comfort in the selection of food to be found. Being the westcoast, there is an emphasis on ethnic and healthy. However, hotdogs, hamburgers, and icecream are also to be had.
A mellow event, beautiful surroundings, reasonable admission, all add up to a wonderful summer experience for families and those spry enough to navigate the sloping terrain.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Summer Events and Places To Be - Cumberland
Cumberland
When family visited recently, we played tourists with them, our destination was the nearby historic mining town of Cumberland. This tiny town, 10 minutes from Courtenay,
Older homes along the approach from the old Island Highway offer a picturesque approach that opens into a sloping valley surrounded by mountains. This leads right into town and becomes the main street, with its' clapboard facades and frontier feel. Fortunately, this charming rusticity includes cafes where one can get a decent frappucino, sushi, or (East)Indian Food. Thus, fortified, we wandered the several blocks that constitute the downtown core. This being a Sunday, most of the quaint stores and shops were closed.The museum was open, and we stumbled in, thankful for its' dim coolness. The charming young man behind the counter seemed surprised to see us. Resisting the lure of black licorice "coal" candy, we pushed on, drawn to explore the warrenlike rooms, covering two floors, containing everything from vintage women's undergarments to war memorabilia. The children ran ahead, tapping at the keys of an ancient typewriter, gawking at the massive iron lung used to treat victims of black lung, and spending ever so long running back and forth in the dusty atmosphere of the realistic coal mine created in the bunker-like atmosphre of the basement, which contains an actual cave.Upstairs, we adults watched movies documenting the history of the town, it's ebbs and flows of immigrant labour and sickness, buildings and fires.At one point the largest Asian population outside of San Francisco lived here, and jewel toned silks and richly lacquered furniture, leave a colourful reminder in the glass cases that line the walls.
When the coal dried up, during the Depression, the town did too, Courtenays' poor little sister languished for decades. Recent years have seen a renaissance, a celebration of the towns geography. Mountain bikers have discovered the many old logging roads and created new trails. The hardcore sports enthusiasts who are drawn to Mt. Washington year round come to stay at the local hostel. The local pub attracts homegrown and specialty talent. There is a great vintage store on the main street, and the necessary antique stores. If you tire of poking about in the shops there are walks to mine sites, and of course beautiful Comox Lake, just at the edge of town.
When family visited recently, we played tourists with them, our destination was the nearby historic mining town of Cumberland. This tiny town, 10 minutes from Courtenay,
Older homes along the approach from the old Island Highway offer a picturesque approach that opens into a sloping valley surrounded by mountains. This leads right into town and becomes the main street, with its' clapboard facades and frontier feel. Fortunately, this charming rusticity includes cafes where one can get a decent frappucino, sushi, or (East)Indian Food. Thus, fortified, we wandered the several blocks that constitute the downtown core. This being a Sunday, most of the quaint stores and shops were closed.The museum was open, and we stumbled in, thankful for its' dim coolness. The charming young man behind the counter seemed surprised to see us. Resisting the lure of black licorice "coal" candy, we pushed on, drawn to explore the warrenlike rooms, covering two floors, containing everything from vintage women's undergarments to war memorabilia. The children ran ahead, tapping at the keys of an ancient typewriter, gawking at the massive iron lung used to treat victims of black lung, and spending ever so long running back and forth in the dusty atmosphere of the realistic coal mine created in the bunker-like atmosphre of the basement, which contains an actual cave.Upstairs, we adults watched movies documenting the history of the town, it's ebbs and flows of immigrant labour and sickness, buildings and fires.At one point the largest Asian population outside of San Francisco lived here, and jewel toned silks and richly lacquered furniture, leave a colourful reminder in the glass cases that line the walls.
When the coal dried up, during the Depression, the town did too, Courtenays' poor little sister languished for decades. Recent years have seen a renaissance, a celebration of the towns geography. Mountain bikers have discovered the many old logging roads and created new trails. The hardcore sports enthusiasts who are drawn to Mt. Washington year round come to stay at the local hostel. The local pub attracts homegrown and specialty talent. There is a great vintage store on the main street, and the necessary antique stores. If you tire of poking about in the shops there are walks to mine sites, and of course beautiful Comox Lake, just at the edge of town.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Last Day of Skiing/ First Day of Spring
The Last Day of Ski Season
Cloudy skies and fresh powder provided ideal skiing conditions on the final weekend of the 2007/08 ski season.Sunday was capped off by the annual Slush Cup event, in which men, teenagers, and children go off a specially constructed jump, into a pool of icy water. A truly shocking and amusing event, in which much is revealed, ( people wear saran wrap, g-strings, spandex) and there is always the unexpected ( small children got the biggest air).
Saturday began early with the annual season passholders' breakfast. It was great to see all the families out filling up on pancakes and bacon. With the long lines and repeat servings, some seemed to be stocking up until next year.In the afternoon, the dummy downhill had many creative entries, some resembling humans, all brave enough to plummet to their eventual demise for the entertainment of all.
This weekend seemed to me perfection. It had all the elements that make this area truly great,mountains, small lift lines, friendly family fun, and a short drive home ,(under an hour for Qualicum types) to where the daffodils and cherry trees are blooming, beside the sea.
Cloudy skies and fresh powder provided ideal skiing conditions on the final weekend of the 2007/08 ski season.Sunday was capped off by the annual Slush Cup event, in which men, teenagers, and children go off a specially constructed jump, into a pool of icy water. A truly shocking and amusing event, in which much is revealed, ( people wear saran wrap, g-strings, spandex) and there is always the unexpected ( small children got the biggest air).
Saturday began early with the annual season passholders' breakfast. It was great to see all the families out filling up on pancakes and bacon. With the long lines and repeat servings, some seemed to be stocking up until next year.In the afternoon, the dummy downhill had many creative entries, some resembling humans, all brave enough to plummet to their eventual demise for the entertainment of all.
This weekend seemed to me perfection. It had all the elements that make this area truly great,mountains, small lift lines, friendly family fun, and a short drive home ,(under an hour for Qualicum types) to where the daffodils and cherry trees are blooming, beside the sea.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)