Posted By: Andrew Maitland

I was the luckiest kid ever and got to spend my summers on a little slice of heaven in Powell River.  There I met a friend for life.   We would skimboard all day, fish and wakeboard at night.  You couldn’t drag us off the beach.  I remember my mom would whistle from the porch.. this meant i had to take a break from skimming and head to the cabin to eat lunch and put on more sun screen.. but more often than not I ‘couldn’t hear’ any whistling and she would have to track me down on the shoreline to make sure I had some food in my stomach.  To this day Lang Bay makes me feel like that 12 year old kid
running around on the sand. There’s probably no place I’d rather be. Continue reading →