The photos are from a walking tour with my sailor during our recent visit to Powell River.
We both grew up in this isolated town.
Back when I lived there I didn’t appreciate its charm.
I particularly disliked the fact that it was so new. An antique-loving, history-obsessed introvert, I spent my formative years pining for a quaint British village.
It turns out there was history aplenty on my own doorstep and I didn’t even know it!
The Townsite of Powell River has been designated a National Historic Site because it’s an example of an early twentieth century company-planned community. Most of the original 400 or so original buildings are still standing.
Add stunning scenery to the mix and it becomes obvious why I’m pining for a quaint British Columbia village.