This past Saturday was cloudy but not raining, a perfect day to visit Deadhead, an art installation aboard a barge moored near Heritage Harbour at the Maritime Museum. Ty, Brubin and I headed out on the False Creek ferry, were dropped off at the dock, and carried by another shuttle ferry out to the barge.
From a distance the Deadhead barge looks pretty much like any working barge on the water, full of wood, metal, and strange to me machinery.
Once on board, the complexity of the construction is evident; many different levels, stairways, small rooms, and skylights have been erected on the base of an industrial barge.
The central cylindrical tower has been covered with a photographic mural and inside hangs a large hunk of wood which would be perfect as a surface on which to project images.
We all loved Deadhead; I think it would be a fabulous surface to paint and gouge into with printmaking tools.
Back on the dock at Heritage Harbour we saw this skittish little tortoiseshell cat hiding next to a small rowboat.
Before heading back, we spent a bit of time at the dog beach so that Brubin could race around on the sand and dig holes like a sand alligator.
It was hard to tell what the weather was going to do but later that evening we met a group of friends as scheduled for a night roll around the city. While waiting for everyone to arrive at Science World, we were treated to the passing parade of the undercover walk for below the belt cancers.
Finally we were all assembled and off we rolled through the downtown eastside to our first stop, the Casa de Gelato on Venables, with its incredible array of ice cream flavours.
We had to skirt around the Union Street Block Party and head down the back alleys where Ty was kind enough to block the street traffic for us.
Ty was very pleased with his bright red and blue cone, the blue staining his lips and tongue for many hours after.
From the Casa we rolled through Strathcona, across Hastings, down along the docks and over the Main Street Viaduct. After zooming down the viaduct’s off-ramp, Ty chased Winson who had decided to sprint off head, catching up to him as they neared Canada Place.
Along the waterfront, under Canada Place, and up onto the Convention Centre plaza we went, stopping for photo ops at the Olympic cauldron and overlooking the seaplane harbour.
The last half of the roll saw us along the seawall through Coal Harbour and around Stanley Park.
Lots of wildlife was out as the sun started to set; obviously the feeding was good because herons were perching hunting and sea otters were munching on crabs.
We watched a family of three otters as they cruised around looking for food. One lucky critter snagged a crab which he did not share with his brothers.
We had head that the Annual Vancouver Bike rave was happening that evening but had not yet seen them. However, while we were sitting at the Pirate Pub having a bite after the roll, the Rave road right past us, with a stop under the Burrard Bridge.
Many high fives all round as thousands of cyclists passed by our front row seats, decked out in lights and costumes and playing tunes on speakers mounted on bikes.
It was a fantastic show and a great way to finish up the roll. See more photos here.
See Greg’s photo and video collage here.