The Road Home

It was just another BC highway but to me it was a road never travelled so i looked forward to the drive. 

It was the road that people associated with hot springs - Radium, Fairmont, which apparently are big attractions  -  but not to me.  I could never see the appeal of sitting around in a pool of water, half naked, with a bunch of strangers.  Besides, I don't own a bathing suit.  About 20 years ago I had a photo of myself in a bathing suit in Hawaii and decided not to wear one again. Oh, to have that body now!

Let's get back on track, to the trippin' down the highway.  We did stop and have a look around Radium Hot Springs. There were a bunch of half naked people sitting shoulder to shoulder in a pool of water, and the setting was next to the highway ....... enough said. 

The drive was lovely. We screeched to a stop to get a closer look at a beautiful green lake.  On closer look I think it was the reflection of the trees that gave it the green color but it was the perfect opportunity to stop and enjoy the scenery.  

Dale had been lamenting the lack of wild life seen on the trip when we came upon a moose grazing along the highway. Undeterred by the numbers of people stopping to look at it, we were able to get a photo. 

We drove into a little place called Canal Flats. I believe it is home to a sawmill and a few hundred people, and this .......

Kimberley, BC, dressed up to look like a Bavarian mountain town, was charming with it's architecture and the smells of bratwurst wafting through the air.  We wandered through the pedestrian streets and put money into the town cuckoo clock, which is apparently the largest cuckoo clock in the world.  One dollar will get a moustachioed man to come out of the clock and begin yodelling. 

We decided to spend the night in Creston and found a little room at the Creston Hotel, above Johnny's Bar.  An unassuming room, it was located downtown which was perfect for evening strolling after dinner.  We found a restaurant called Real Food Cafe, which specialized in local meats, cheeses and produce.  If you are ever in Creston you really should go there. 

The evening stroll resulted in this photo taken in the gloaming.  In this instance the Norths were not wandering but rather "roaming in the gloaming". 

In the morning  it was time to start the final drive home. A drive into Salmo and a stop at the Dragonfly.  Oh my god, the Dragonfly......not the inn, and Lorelai would not be there to greet me, but the name alone was enough to stop.  It was a coffee shop and it was .....okay, i need to find some synonyms for quaint, charming, delightful. 

It is time to wrap up the trip.  We saw more wild life.......

.......and enjoyed the scenery.....

 and of course we had borscht in Grand Forks and stopped at the antique store in Rock Creek,

and, a drive on that stretch of highway would not be complete without a stop in Bridesville.  There are no businesses, no services and only about 30 residences. A google search says very little other than there is a scrap dealer there. I have never seen anyone there, although we did hear a dog barking, so there is life. 

I have driven many miles (miles still sounds better than kilometers) on British Columbia highways this summer. More to go........Pat, a trip to Terrace is still on my to-do list but it may have to wait until next year.  

Thanks for trippin' along with me 

Lou.