We went and said hi at a special place at the temple. As the sky opened up and we were drenched in a deluge, we both swore that we could imagine laughter from that well loved man.
Thanks Sunshine for a good, good visit.
And a tourist shot, from Spence’s Bridge after an excellent meal at the Packing House.
Lots of photos taken, a bit of scrambling in the mud, a bit of walking. The ingredients were all there.
New friends took me out for the day. We searched for, and found, wild asparagus. We walked where I didn’t know we could go, and it was good. We had, get this, a small fire and had a (veggie) weiner roast! (This I haven’t done for a while. Years.) And – we walked, and we walked. We saw the remains of a more prosperous time, 50, 60 years ago, more? This is part of the reason I came here.
The asparagus was an excellent dinner, with a bit of lemon and seasoned salt…
At the site of the old orchard and homestead. The mountain behind is called Arthur’s Seat.
Another view of Arthur’s Seat.
The Thompson River is swollen and full of debris after a recent heavy storm. Those are snow sheds for the trains on the other side. This is rugged country.