I’ll begin this journey at the halfway point: Mara Lake B.C. Here I met up with my daughter and her group of buddies for a lovely day of boating, fishing and night swimming on the huge Mara lake, a tributary of Shuswap lake.
The star of this trip (Jacinta) showing me the lake
While waiting for the boat to arrive this dog stole my heart
I caught the biggest one of course!
In the COLD water, swimming commences
The next day we drove into Alberta. It was a looooong drive through vast dry lands. I was most taken by the the dry DEAD mountains of the interior. Stark kinder ready to catch fire. The rivers and lakes had water levels so low they were no longer rivers, just puddles of dead fish. Then the miles upon miles of gold hay fields in Alberta. (They harvest certain types of hay at 2 am -so we found out one night!) These hays are harvested in the night to ensure a certain moisture content which is beneficial to dairy cattle only. (?) Okay, so it was just one night of not sleeping. Who’s counting? (ME) -I never slept this whole trip for one reason or another, it was just a crazy thing that the timing of this trip just happened to co-inside with hay bailing. (I’m already over it) : )
My view of the dew. I would get up so early every morning and watch the world come to life. The first morning a silver fox trotted by, but he did not stay long enough for me to photograph him. : (
The “round house” -the place of parties and good food
~that~ Propane Stove. Yah. Who photographs such a thing? Me. I had to prove to certain souls in life that I could work with propane safely. (it’s a long story)
Jacinta helps out by cleaning the dance floor in the round house. (my appointed task was to make Saskatoon berry pie) Yes I liked it too.
“Moose” sleeps sitting up while the horseshoe championship takes place.
The horseshoe championships went well into the night. Dale helps a 2nd cousin get through it. He also WINS! the championship!
Our journey ends when our TENT (if a soul can call it that!, collapses) Oiy. That was the last straw for me who HATES any nylon contraption with inadequate assembly instructions. Most tents do not need an IQ higher then 12 to put up…but this one did. So we went to Dale’s house for the last night which allowed us to jump start our long trip home. Dale lives in Cochrane Alberta which is right close to highway #1 just outside Calgary.
The view from Dale’s back yard
The guard cat in the garage we had to get past… ( he was sooooo lovey!)
Another door greeter at Dale’s house
It was hard to say goodbye to Alberta. But we did. And we drove all the way home in ONE day. Yup that was ALLOT of driving. We had to stop to clear BUGS off the windshield more than for gas. (I’m NOT kidding) Wow the bugs are BIG in Alberta. It’s not just a small splotch, it’s like getting blasted by bird droppings! I tried to get a photograph of the windshield upon arrival in the front drive, however, even the camera gasped! I did manage Clive’s front end…. just so you can see what I’m sayin…
Oh my GOD! -The BUGS!