Did you just stare that the above picture for a while? A flying orca. How cool is that! But, why is Kenmore Air considering this rather extensive paint job?
Because, we have one of the most amazing crews. From pilots to front office personnel and mechanics to customer service reps, our staff is comprised of remarkable individuals.
The folks who work here not only have a passion for being the best at what they do, they’re also committed to making the world around them a better place. (more…)
On the western edge of Vancouver Island, where land ends and ocean begins, the waves cash with brilliant fury. They smash into the rock and tree studded shoreline. This is Ucluelet, a rugged space of British Columbia country, where beauty is fierce and nature thrives.
Until 1999, an explorer’s choice was between finding their footing among the twisted trunks of old-growth forests or the sharp rocks beside the ocean. Hiking was more like scrambling, a tumultuous task that kept all but the most daring from visiting.
However, Jim Martin realized this was a space that, with a little mindful TLC, could beacon the adventurer-loving heart within us all. His passion for the area sent him on a nearly 10-year campaign to form a formal trail. (more…)
We’re loving the whole #ThrowBackThursday craze because our history rocks. Over the years, the folks here have done so much good stuff. Getting to share it with you is amazing.
Pictured above is the inside of a stripped down de Havilland Otter. We’re quite partial to these flying beauties. But in the end, everyone at Kenmore Air knows, an Otter is just parts. It’s people who really matter. (more…)
For years, I’ve heard tales of surfing. I’ve heard of the massive heart pounding thrill catching a wave can give you. I’ve heard of the core strength, spatial awareness, and ability to read the ocean it requires.
In pictures, I’ve seen the sunny beaches and half naked bodies. I’ve watched videos of bare-chested men riding through a tunnel of water, their hands just skimming the surface.
I never once dreamed waters which barely reach 55 degrees would be a Mecca for the wave riding, board loving crowd. Clearly, I’d never been to Tofino. (more…)
Some places are just places. They’re dots on a map to which you can drive, fly or walk. Other places are experiences. Rich and vibrant, they are filled with the essence of souls who came before you. The old souls whose wisdom and skill – whose life – was responsible for the very walls which mark the spot.
The Carving Shed at the Wickaninnish Inn is such a place. Here, I can say with utter certainty the spirit of master carver Henry Nolla lives on. You can feel him. His essence is palpable. It’s tangible. It reverberates through the Carving Shed’s wooden walls and sawdust covered floor.
It’s embodied in the handshake of “Feather” George Yearsley – Henry’s mentee and the Inn’s current carver in residence. It’s seen in the tools Henry crafted and the carvings he created. (more…)