Sea to Sky to Pumpkins

11 October 2016 – Of course pumpkins! This particular sea-to-sky adventure takes place on Thanksgiving weekend.

Make that Sea to Sky, upper case. I’m talking about the 120-km stretch of Highway 99 that lies between Vancouver & Whistler, snaking its way from the Pacific Ocean around Horseshoe Bay, on up through the Rocky Mountains,  beneath a huge, arching sky.

Our destination is Pemberton, another 40 km or so beyond Whistler, snugged into a mountain floodplain that yields rich crops every year. The farmers sell large-scale to international networks, and small-scale to visitors on-site. Sally & Owen are among those devoted fall visitors, and have a favourite farm on their list.

Which doesn’t prevent stops along the way! First stop Whistler, ski town supreme, where Owen eyes bargains at the annual Turkey Sale (every kind of mountain sports stuff, zero turkeys), and Sally & I visit the Audain Art Museum.

Next stop, a roadside veggie stand somewhere between Whistler & Pemberton.

roadside stand n. of Whistler

I did promise you pumpkins …

Sal opens the fridge, checks the produce, selects cherry tomatoes, and drops payment into the honour-system box.

cherry tomatoes for us

Meanwhile I admire the West-Coast imagery on the panels in the farmers’ garden.

same roadside farm

Into Pemberton, through Pemberton, down a branch road with farms filling the fertile valley either side. Lots of root vegetables, the traditional staples, but now cranberry bogs & hops growers as well.

We pull in at our destination farm.

the target veggie farm, beyond Pemberton

It’s a traditional, multi-generation operation. Last year Sal & Owen met the patriarch (94 next week, we learn) and did business with “The Wife.” Dave’s wife, that is, and it’s Dave himself this year, with whom they are soon arranging for lots of potatoes, carrots & a half-bag of beets.

(L to R) Sally, Owen & Dave

I wander around, admire the log cabin on one front corner of the family’s land …

a cabin on the property

and some nearby work implements. “There’s a lot of stuff on the land,” says Dave, “and we don’t use any of it all the time — but every bit of it is needed some of the time.”

more farm implements

Framing all this, the mountains. Snow already in the high peaks.

snowy peaks beyond

Skiers like Sal & Owen are counting the days. Meanwhile, Owen makes do with a close-up photo.

from the Hellerang farm

One more farm stop as we head back south to Vancouver, this time at North Arm Farm.

North Arm Farm

It is a more complex operation than Hellerang — a broader range of foodstuffs (including, I drool at the memory, chocolate-almond truffles), and destination experiences such as kiddie wagon rides, camp fires & the like.

fun at North Arm Farm

A good time is being had by all, happy children on the ground, gossiping crows in the trees.

One final stop, this time for coffee-and-a-treat, and much closer to home, in Squamish. A stop with a bonus. The little café has a used-book shelf, where Sal & I each pick up a book. “How much?” we ask. “Ahhh,” says the owner, looking at our choices, “ahhh, just take ‘em.”

And a second bonus, as we hop back into the car: a great view of The Chief outcrop (home to a demanding hiking trail), and of the message below (rather faint here, sorry!).

The Chief, Squamish BC

So. From Squamish to me to you, let us all rejoice in “This Beautiful Day.”

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4 Comments

  1. A lovely meander through productive and beautiful landscape.

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  2. so beautiful and the mountains look fabulous! Enjoy Penny ☺️

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