Now here's a bit of detective work for you to work on. B.C.'s Lieutenant-Governor, Steven Point, was walking along a Victoria beach last year when he came across an old log. Someone had obviously been working on it - trying to carve it into a canoe. But from all the wear and tear and rocks embedded in it, the job had clearly been abandoned decades ago.
Point's friend Tony Hunt - who knows his canoes - suspects it has been bouncing about from beach to beach for 50 years. Together, they are making an amazing carved canoe from the old relic and that is the subject of this story.
But, it makes you wonder who worked on the old log first? 50 years is a long time, and probably the only people who would have had the skill to make a cedar canoe back then were First Nations carvers. But which one? And how did it get lost?
I confess this is my second kick at this story. Last year, when Vancouver was digging out from all the snow, I decided that some souls must have seen opportunity in all the white stuff and decided to head to Porteau Cove, the nearest provincial campsite. I was wrong, it was completely empty even though it was a very romantic looking spot - though bloody cold.
So this year I headed up there once again, and discovered that yes - a few adventurous souls did think a waterfront campsite is the perfect place to spend the Christmas weekend. Watch this story and tell me if you'll be doing the same thing next year. Winter at Porteau
A visit to Pilgrim Book and Bible in Vancouver where the last minute shopping rush is on even as people reflect on the meaning of Christmas. I must say I have rarely been to so friendly a place. Holy Day Sales
Most people like wildlife. Nobody wants a bear or cougar to attack them, but the idea of bears or cougars wandering about in the wilderness is usually a pleasing thought. We like to live in harmony with our fellow creatures. We often travel long distances to see them.
That connection to wildlife often becomes an emotional one when we come across animals in distress. We know all about it being a jungle out there, survival of the fittest and all that - creatures get injured and die in all kinds of natural ways.
Here's something I did not know. Solstice comes from a Latin phrase meaning Sun Stands Still. It refers to the week or so twice a year when the sun appears to follow the same path on the horizon as the earth finishes one wobble and begins to wobble the other way, giving us our seasons. Of course, the actual moment of solstice - 9:12 a.m. on December 21 in Vancouver this year - comes when the sun appears to rise higher in the sky each day, thankfully bringing us longer days.
So armed with this information, I ventured out on what began as very cloudy day to view Vancouver's winter solstice 2009 (and do a story about it). Sun Stands Still
Like most of you, I'm one of those pedestrians who prefers only the briefest engagement with traffic. At crossing signals, I wait for the pedestrian light to come on, make sure all the cars and trucks are stopped and then dash across the road. If there's no signal, I make sure the cars have gone past me or remain a fair distance off before I dash across the road. Dashing across roads is part of the routine, along with look both ways, and so on. Never failed me yet.
I say all this because it's one thing to briefly pick one's spots in the uneven contest between my beefcake and a few tons of metal and quite another to be responsible for taking on that traffic two hours every day as a school crossing guard. Particularly on a busy street with no reduced speed signs. After watching one such guard in action, I came away with a renewed respect for the valuable work these folk do, and the dangers they face in ensuring kids get to class. No wonder she received accolades that day. Award Winner
After this story ran on TV, people started coming up with all kinds of conspiracy theories as to why shoppers have trouble getting their hands on these popular Olympic souvenir - and darn warm winter wear too. Sure everybody wants to buy some for their Grannies in Florida. But the theorists speculate that maybe the Bay has deliberately kept them off the shelves so that anyone coming looking for them will buy some other Olympic bauble instead.
Have you ever gone to a steam tray buffet and wondered what happens to all the leftover food? It never occurred to me that there's a rather simple means to deal with it. Send somebody out to pick up such perishable food, take it to where people need it and give it to them. All because of BC Foodbanks, and a guy named Juan.
It's a truism that tough times often bring out the best in people. That's certainly what happened with a woman I met during my foodbank series. She went through a tough spell herself, met people whose needs were far greater than her own and decided to help out, and help out and help out. Deb's Story