Passed up Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump, as we had seen it on a previous trip; it's worth the short diversion, if you're ever in these parts. The wind farms in the foothills are impressive, though not nearly as extensive as the ones outside of Bakersfield CA. We didn't stop at the site of the Frank Slide either, due to the low cloud and rain, but I should have, as it was a model of that slide that I had made in college which landed my first job, and launched my career as a modelmaker. But I have no doubt that I'll make the pilgrimage one day; the scenery enroute is totally worth it.
The Crowsnest Pass was wet but not terribly wild, and the snow and rain stopped as we crested the summit.
We passed the weekend at Roger and Patricia's lovely lakeside home. Roger built it some 17 years ago, to sell for income, but somehow they just haven't been able to leave it. Thank goodness! Most of us can only ever dream of landing in such a place: a south-facing sandy beach, the clear waters of Kootenay Lake, upscale neighbours in architecturally-designed homes. They stuffed us with waffles and strawberries, chicken and coffee cake, and we drank beer on the lawn of their latest project home in Kaslo. I wish I had their energy! The grandkids arrived as we prepared to leave, and they settled into their comfortable routine; Patricia playing the cello, and Roger the dobro or whatever else he's into these days.
We looked around Nelson a bit, then headed for Hope, where we bedded down early. Carmen wanted 'a little more time' before we got home, for some reason. We are just a wee bit suspicious. But we had an astonishingly succulent lamb dinner at Papandreas Greek Taverna, next to our motel, and entertained ourselves well on our last night on the road.
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