We were traveling from one inlet to the next, and passed this old cannery on Princess Royal Island. It spooked me and stirred that part of my imagination that thinks of scary movies. It would be a perfect location. Remote. Lonely. Old buildings and all the things that could have transpired inside. One stark lightbulb left turned on in the house perched up in the hills. Located on the edge of a forest and all the creatures that inhabit it…both real and imagined. Still gives me the willies to think about it!
Oh, and if you look closely in one of the pictures, you will see a gentleman at the top of the ramp (just under his clothesline), who lives there full-time. He’s the only resident. I don’t think I’d last ten minutes there.
If you do a search on Butedale Louis you will find many interesting stories by people who have stopped at Butedale and experienced his warm hospitality. It’s pretty fascinating stuff! There was even a book about him published in 2001 called Louis’ Place: Taming the Bush, so I’m going to have to try to find a copy (luckily I work at a library so it shouldn’t be too difficult).