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Continuation of article by the late Jack Cruickshank written in 1979 . the winter of In the spring of 1920 we found a spot at Dundarave, 2450 - lower Bellevue. The house on the lot was occupied by Reg. Haworth & family. On the front of the lot there were some small alders and bush. We arranged to rent that spot and I think we again paid $10.00 per month. We dismantled our camp at Hollyburn and moved it to the Dundarave location. When we set up our framework the front was about 5 feet off the ground, so we built a 10 foot porch in the front with a railing around it which the fly covered. The camp was close to the beach and located about 500 yards west of Dundarave Pier. There were several groups of campers around the Dundarave area at that time. There were also several families of permanent residents who mixed with the campers. One popular man was Don Forley who ran the small Grocery Store at the corner of 25th and Bellevue. The Pier was the big attracton for Campers and residents and the Campers were always cooking up stunts to amuse the crowd. Now back to our own camp, "The Kennel". A number of our friends came over for weekends and sometimes on a Sunday we would have some of our girl friends over. When we had the girls over we usually went out to Sandy Cove, take (sic) a picnic lunch and spend the day at the beach. One Sunday we all went out to the Nowat cottage at Cypress Park for a picnic. At that time Saturday night dances were held at the Hollyburn Pavillion, foot of 17th Street where the West Van Post Office now stands. The dance was operated by Nick Williamson. When the dance was over at 11:30 P.M. the campers would walk back to Dundarave, arm in arm along the road, singing. Later a Saturday night dance was held at Dundarave Hall which is now Sagers Maple Shop. Herb and I bought a canoe which we kept on the beach in front of our camp. Often after we got home from the dance we would get the canoe out, take our folding Decca gramaphone and some cushions, paddle up towards Cypress Park, then lay in the paddles and drift back with the tide, playing records. In the summer of 1920, four of our group, Harry, Wally, Herb and myself arranged to get our holidays at the same time. Two friends, Len Skinner and Norm Gibson joined us. We had one canoe, Wally borrowed one from a friend and we rented one from English Bay Rentals. We each took a bed roll with a ground sheet, a few pots and pans and utensils for cooking and eating and a supply of cannned goods. We planned to sleep on the beach wherever we stopped. We left about noon Saturday July 31st from Dundarave, paddled up around Point Atkinson and pulled into Horseshoe Bay where we stayed overnight. The next morning we pad-died over to Snug Cove on Bowen Island and next morning paddled around the north end of Bowen Island. We headed straight west toward Hopkins Landing, where the Y.M.C.A. Camp was. We were right in the middle of the passage between Bowen and Keats Islands when a Squamish came up blowing straight up Howe Sound. The waves got so big we turned north and went with the waves toward Gambier Island. The canoe Harry and I were in and the one Herb and Bob were in veered a little to the left toward Long Bay and we called to the other canoe to follow us, but Wally and Len got a little scared and headed right for the island. Just passed (sic) the point of Long Bay we found a nice protected bay and pulled in. In the evening when the storm calmed down Harry and I paddled around the point to try to find Wally and Len. We found their canoe pulled up on the rocks and although we wandered over the cliffs calling their names, we could find no trace of them. The next morning Herb started out over the cliffs calling Wally and Len. Page 3