Destry’s Spit Roast

Weekend at Destry’s Place – Comox, Vancouver Island – August 22nd/23rd. (3 months late – i know….)

Splash and Dash on the Island – Destry and Trent’s Second Annual Pig Spit Roast.

After getting out of work early on Friday, Tessa, Anna and I hit the Ferry Queues for Vancouver Island in convoy with Paul, Aled and Nannan.

I can’t recall the exact timing, as it is always such a gong-show trying to get on a ferry without a reservation. We may have been lining up around 3pm, trying to get on a 530pm sailing…. Anyways – we made it on, got to Nanaimo – picked up liquor and headed to Comox – about an hour and a bit drive north, on the east coast of the island.

A few sneaky midnight beverages under the stars, waterside, down at the crib made for a nice way to round out the working week!

Next morning – Saturday – it was all on

Trent, Destry and Mr. Freeman (Craig ) were beavering around all morning getting the spit all ready.

…and by 10am, we had a roasting pig… on the spit.

Craig attending to some coaling

Destry taking a load off, after the morning rush

Destry, Aled, Tessa, dandilion pig and smokey….

The spit was a little hot early on – resulting in some minor surficial colouring

Coal miners daughter.

so – what do you do when you have the whole day to roast a pig, on a lifestyle block, in the wop wops, at some fantasy farm house in the countryside?

… drinking goes without saying, but Trent and his buddies decided to tackle some farm-household chores – disposing of a wasp nest. With Sticks. Long ones.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Luckily – this ended well for all parties involved!… but not without some good laughs

The Hosts – Trent and Destry.

Nannan – and her lovely camera – Paul, you should ask Santa to buy you one for christmas

I also brought along my daily commuter for the weekend, just incase i stumbled across some dirt jumps. It is the Island after all.

So mid afternoon, i was getting itchy with all the sitting around, and drinking… so i snapped some shots around the house.

Firewoood.

Yellow.

Fuschia.

Pink – (sorry Ann, I can’t remember what you called this little doll-flower ornament!)

Waterside – and the Mainland in the background.

The Crew are getting on the Rock – don’t ask me how that got there.

Crew – Aled, Scott, Nannan and Tessa.

Rocks – by Nannan.

Late Arvo – quite the crew starting to gather for the pig, and feast. Friends and family.

Piggy, getting the royal treatment with a march around the house….

Complete with accompanying bagpipes!…

…round the outside… round the outside……

Nice work on the carving kids.

The Freeman’s are quite the talented family. We were treated to some great fiddle music later that evening!

Trent Freeman

Craig.

….would you believe, i still have one of those catchy jingles in my head…!!

After the marathon day in the sun… drinks, and the largest spit roasted pig and accompanying spread (think mega hot smoked salmon, salads, breads and i recall no less than about 6 different things for pudding… . . . ) – Sunday morning was a little slow…..

We headed out to a one of the local swimming holes for some cliff jumping…

Scott Launching It….

..free falling.

Splash?

Learning to Fly – Pat showing us how the locals send it…..

I wonder what this feels like…….

What you can’t see here, but i’m sure Pat can see – is this rock ledge just under the water surface/edge…. pretty freaky when you’re about to take off…..

Reverse.

After our frolic around, we hit the gas pedal and booked it back to Nanaimo – Maybe a 3 sailing, 3.5hr wait to get onto the ferry……

More waiting? More beer? – nah – some randoms just lounging…..

Thanks again to Trent, Destry Craig and Ann Freeman for having us over for a short, but very memorable time. Till next time…..