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Blackball Ferry Company of Seattle was going to operate a ferry service from Horseshoe Bay to Gibsons Landing. Reeve Howard Fletcher and his delegation, v/ent to Victoria to oppose the proposition but to no avail. Some of the locals were, in fact, in favour of the ferry operation for the employment it would bring, "enhancing the commercial well being of the community". By 1953, the vjord 'terminal* surfaced. Reeve Hugo Ray and Council were not opposed to the idea. By 1955, the ferry linked up v;ith Nanaimo. Two years later, the Upper Levels highway had reached Horseshoe Bay and by 1958 pushed on through to Squamish, along V7ith the railway. Horseshoe Bay was no longer the end of the road - and that was the end of the virgin shoreline that ran north up Howe Sound. In 1961, the B.C. Government took over the ferry service and now to-day, we have the ferry from Nanaimo discharging 360 cars onto the highway and, often coinciding, the Langdale ferry discharging an equal number - 720 vehicles moving en block down the highv/ay like a convoy of invading enemy tanks. "It is totally vnrong and. should never have been allowed. You might say Sewells have also mauled the Bay. I will agree, but only that it was in keeping with the recreational aspect. We have a breakwater out there and we can now keep floats and boats in there year round. It's a vi.d.nerable place. I'm delighted I knew Horseshoe Bay, way back when." OMISSION ? IMPOSSIBLE ! Hov7 could we have skipped the Skipper in the May 'History-onics' list of Executive members for 1989 - 90? Small wonder our treasured Treasurer is looking glum! This is the gal who not only balances the books for the Society but also sees to the filing of the Income tax return (thank you also Bill Wilson); prepares our financial statements for audit (thank you also Len Orra-iston); looks after Capital Fund investments and grant applications; and spends endless hours standing in line at financial institutions. Tliank you, Joan Skipper!