(I’ve noticed that I start a lot of entries with So…) So, I’m playing the solo dad game this week, as Frances is off at General Council of the United Church of Canada, which is supposedly a big deal for all involved. The level of big-dealishness for those not involved is debatable, but I digress…… Continue reading The Bob
Can opened, poop everywhere
A dearth of blogging (partially because of a dearth of internet access, partially because of a dearth of time) means a large summary today and/or of the salient points in several blog entries in a row. In Biblical style, the last will be first
Pics up
As promised, the pictures referenced in an earlier entry are Flickr’d.
Those damn French fruit pickers!
Driving down the hill from Mom/Dad’s place tonight, Dad relayed the local story he’d heard about the seasonal workers that move through — and live in — Osoyoos. Apparently, as can be kind of be seen in the pic, there’s a tent city above Osoyoos where fruit pickers (from Quebec, usually) squat while they’re working.… Continue reading Those damn French fruit pickers!
Day Three
I forgot how amazing it is to drive through the mountains. After the ridiculously-early start to the day yesterday, we flew through Montana, thanks to the 70MPH speed limit state-wide. No road construction, no cops and lead-foot Frances meant a 750km day, with still getting to the campground by 6:30. We traveled through Glacier National… Continue reading Day Three