Campbell River, eggs polleny @Java Shack, familiar landmarks. All the way up, a man regaled me with his poker tales and his wife who led him a song and dance with her gin habits. They all come to Campbell River it seems, halos intact, to recover from the bold wimmin. Sad tales though, but like all tales they have their interesting bumps agus bruises! The other fella beside us on his way to a wedding ….