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Fisherman's Cove in the 20S -- continued from page 3 the trip back was the most interesting and exciting. we came back on the the P.G.E. train on Sunday night most times. It would fill up at Horseshoe Bay and we would go through to the baggage car and a privileged few would sit with their legs hanging out the open door all the way to North Vancouver. At that time there were masses of Ocean Spray along the tracks. It was especially thrilling for me, used to the regimentation of England. There was a girls' camp at Copper Cove run by the Y.M.C.A. It was very well run. The buildings were comfortable and built to give us a feeling of being outdoors night and day. As usual, there was the unusual person there: one girl used to wear ear muffs, blindfolds, and some kind of cap at night. Copper Cove was a sea of salal. They took a movie of some of us running to a large swing and the part I was in was shown at the Capitol Theatre in Vancouver, but they didn't show the best part of it -- I fell flat on my face as I got off the swing. At that time I was very happy they didn't show it. Later, with a different group, when there wasn't a convenient train, we would walk to the end of the road near Caulfeild and walk the track to Fisherman's Cove. When we were on the trestles, we would listen carefully for the sound of a train. I still wonder what we would have done if we had heard one. Fisherman's Cove was wonderful in those days. An old man lived in a float hut near Sandy Beach and at weekends, one power boat was there (owned by Mr. Micklemoore). We used to go for water to the creek and bears were often there. When the salmon were going up the creek, it was choked with them. Towards the end of the run, the rotting salmon could be smelled quite a distance away. It is amazing the things that stay with us. I always used to say that if I moved away from the area, I would be homesick for the smell of the mud flats of Fisherman's Cove. It was not an unpleasant smell, at least not to me. I didn't think how quickly all that would disappear without my going away. My husband, Dick Carter, owned Lone Tree Island then. It is at the entrance to Fisherman's Cove. The bigger, nearby Eagle Island originally sold, I heard, for $37.50. The old cannery at Eagle Harbour was still there but all I can remember is that it was a big brown building. Mr. and Mrs. Kolthammer's store at Fisherman's Cove was, at that time, the store for the district, and the meeting place too. I remember dancing on the deck to the sound of a gramophone playing "Midnight and Roses". There weren't many power boats then. Everyone rowed. The channel at Fisherman's Cove used to be very much wider than it is now. The Kolthammers made the first small fill. After they left, it was extended more than once. There was, and still is, a Fisherman's Cove in 1925 - lookinci north. 0069.WVA.PHO page 3 - continued on page 4