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Royal Hudson steaming along the waterfront - stuff of dreams

Julie Watson — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 01:36:00 GMT

A number of years ago my husband had one of the few good experiences with my father. Dad was a bit of a miserable sod, but we had bitten the bullet and taken my Mom and Dad to the west coast as a 50th anniversary present. Dad was a steam train buff, so thrilled to visit North Vancouver to see the Royal Hudson, a restored steam train.

Dad was thrilled when we got tickets for the "boys" to take the train up the coast. They often talked about that day trip and how much they enjoyed both the scenery and the steam train experience. So we were sadden to find the Royal Hudson no longer taking tourists and steam enthusiasts for a jaunt.

Imagine my smiles when I read that on Monday, February 8, 2010, the Royal Hudson steam train will make a monumental passenger trip from Vancouver to White Rock, with a return trip the following day. This 2010 visit will take place in connection with the winter event the Bite of the Rock dining event (visit www.biteoftherock.com).

“We are delighted to be able to have the Royal Hudson chug along White Rock’s pristine waterfront once again,” said Don Evans, president of the West Coast Railway Association. Train passengers are invited to stay overnight and enjoy the hospitality of the beautiful waterfront community before heading back to Vancouver on February 9. Visit www.tourismwhiterock.com for a list of local accommodations of B&B’s and hotels.

Tickets go on sale in January through West Coast Rail Tours. Tickets for the Royal Hudson are $125 for a one way trip, with return transportation by bus, or $250 for a round trip on the classic steam train.This journey wouldn’t be possible without the partnering of BNFS Railway and the West Coast Railway Association.

Wish we could be aboard, instead of sitting here waiting for the next snow storm in Prince Edward Island. After a couple of sunny, teaser days of mild weather the forecasters are threatening snow and minus double digit temperatures. Brrrr.

Welcoming 2010

Julie Watson — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 04:00:00 GMT

So, Its that time of year again. A new year and we are all supposed to make life changing vows, aka resolutions which we WILL live by. Yeah, right. Like most of us I’ve made resolutions. Most of them totally unrealistic.

Thinks like I won’t over eat. Or, I will exercise for two hours every day. Or, better yet, I will walk 2 miles a day. Yeah right. Like that will happen.

So this year my resolutions are more realistic. More importantly, they are doable things that will have a positive impact on our future.

#1 I will remember that my priorities in life are my husband, son, mother, daughter-in-law, my career and myself. The users will not move ahead of them - ever.

#2 - I will approach each day with a positive approach. Out with the negative reactions. Instead of reacting to things with a look at how the world treats poor me, I’m going to take a new approach of finding the good in things. There is always some. Its just a case of looking for the good or positive spin.

#3 - I’m going to be nice to people. Smile at people I see in the coffee shop, the bank and so on. It doesn’t hurt me and it makes them feel good. It comes back

#4 - I will be respectful. Respect for another person’s viewpoint, feelings, accomplishments should be automatic. I will especially be respectful of other cultures and religions. Just because its different doesn’t mean it is bad or that they and their feelings are not deserving of my politeness and respect

#5 - I will try to exercise more and eat healthier. Note I said try. That is doable. I will do my best and won’t beat myself up if I have a bad day. I’ll just get back on program as soon as I can.

#6 - I will get the hole in my right ear re-pierced. OK, I know this may fall into the category I was going to avoid, but man I’m tired of earings slipping into one ear with no problem, and having to fight and hurt to have an evenly balanced head. I feel so silly being scared of this when I went through a total knee replacement surgery and physio, had a tooth (huge back molar!!!) pulled, got both flu shots and big toe fixed. One little ear piercing won’t hurt - or at least not so much that I can’t take it.

#7 - I will do more pro-active things for the environment.

#8 - I won’t buy for the sake of momentary satisfaction. If I don’t really need it, I will not buy it.

#9 - I will continue de-junking. It’s a slow process, but I will persevere.

# 10 - I will savour each and every moment. Time is too valuable to waste with stressing about what has gone by, worrying about things I can’t change or being anxious about things in the future.

#11 - I will focus my mind and my efforts on things that matter, fighting that which distracts me from the goal I have for life and work.

#12 - I will be more spontaneous and worry less about consequences.

Pretty general stuff, but it sort of defines how I want to live my life.

Wishing you a Happy New Year celebration and a great year in 2010

Savour Canadian Winter

Julie Watson — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 20:08:00 GMT

A couple of years ago I was able to fulfill a fantasy when I spent a week in Banff during the winter. I’m not a skier, or in any way athletic, but I love the mountains. I especially savour the mountain air in winter and spring. Scented by the earth, and pines and the breezes brushing over snow it seems to awaken my mind and body with its freshness.

My stay in Banff, highlighted by a passing winter storm that I watched come, arrive, and go, from the mountain top accessibly by cable car, was a wonderful vacation. Of course staying at the Banff Springs Hotel was part of the magic.

Last year we visited Jasper in February, enroute to Edmonton for a family visit. Again the magic of winter enthralled us. Wildlife- elk, big horn sheep, mountain goats, caribou and even a wolf on the prowl - made this visit a never to be forgotten experience.

The two events triggered a desire to enjoy more of Canada in the winter. For many of us the best way to do that is to take in a winter festival. We have a number of terrific events to choose from. In February Ottawa’s Winterlude and Quebec City’s Winter Carnival are well established and easily accessible.

If you love skating then what they claim is the world’s longest manmade skating rink is a must. The Rideau Canal offers 7.8 km or 4.8 mi of ice. Its almost as much fun to watch as to glide along or shoot a puck. Those who are less athletic will love the Rogers Crystal Garden’s ice sculptures and the Sun Life Snowflake Kingdom snow sculptures. It’s a three week affair, so check out the schedule for special events and make sure you sample a warm, fresh “BeaverTails” (relax—they’re pastry!)

The Québec Winter Carnival claims to be the world’s biggest winter carnival drawing almost a million people to the historic old city to see snow and ice sculptures, mascot Carnaval Bonhomme’s Ice Castle, a night parade (so good it’s always done twice) and games at the Plains of Abraham, where everything from snow tubing to a winter zipline’s happening. Cold? Warm up with “caribou”—hot, red wine or port mixed with maple syrup or white-lightning booze...whatever suits you.

Now is one is event more adventurous and wants to experience a true northern winter, then Yellowknife’s Caribou Carnival in March can be linked to Iqaluit’s Toonic Tyme. The Caribou Carnival on a frozen lake in the North West Territories has been happening for more than 50 years. No same old, same old here though. They add a wrinkle or two every so often – like kit skiing and boarding or snow volleyball. Add in a maple sugar shake, traditional Dene hand games, snow sculptures, sledding and music and you have a great time.

Toonik Tyme, is filled with genuine local cultural tradition. This spring festival in Nunavut’s capital honours the annual return of the sun to Canada’s Far North, with igloo building, snowmobile and dogsled races, a community feast and traditional Inuit games. But the golf tournament on sea ice draws a big audience, too.

If heading to the true north appeals then do check out other tourism opportunities to fill the time between the two events. An image of tents glowing from the lights within, surrounded by people bundled up to keep warm as they lay outside to watch the Northern Lights has me hankering for this to happen in my life.

There are winter carnivals happening across Canada, so check out your local neighbourhood. We can’t all hit Vancouver for the Olympics - where the biggest winter event of the year is happening in 2010, but we can enjoy things like watching the New Year swimmers in Atlantic Canada, or maybe heading for Winterfest in Calgary. It was the ‘88 Olympics that sparked an annual February celebration which allows us ordinary folks to take in special events at Olympic Plaza and Heritage Park. Canada Olympic Park lets everyone who dares try the luge or bobsleigh. More sensible folk watch real pros strut their stuff freestyle skiing and trampoline snowboarding (not yet, and maybe never, an official Winter Olympic sport).

Whatever strikes your fancy, remember winter should be a season to be enjoyed. Nor just endured.

Till next time

Julie

THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES or REPORTING ON JACK

Julie Watson — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 00:36:00 GMT

Time for an update. It is now Monday evening. Jack was sprung from the hospital at 5:15 pm today so we went back to the campsite and will start home tomorrow.

We have strict instructions to get to an ER if he starts to feel grotty again, or the fever comes back. They have done a lot of eliminating of things and are still leaning to a viral or bacterial infection because of the “inflammatory markers” in his blood and the way his temperature keeps spiking.

They have done cat scans, x-rays, blood tests, urine cultures, all sorts of goodies. Haven’t found anything wrong in his stomach, bowels, etc. and heaven knows they have been looking. Results are not back from all of the blood, urine and other tests so they are going to send them on the our doctor at home when they come in. In the meantime they have given us copies of reports and a CD with images (cat scans/xrays/etc) to carry.

Pretty darn cool. The treatment continues to impress us. One of the things I think was really cool was the beds. They move almost constantly to relieve pressure points, stop bed sores, that sort of thing. Jack said it was really comfortable. Another thing was meals. The nutritionist comes in to discuss your menu, offering three choices, but also saying if you want something else we’ll prepare it for you. It was like ordering in an upscale restaurant. And everything was good.

We were treated so well both at the hospital and the campground that we almost hate to leave. Almost. Not quite. Life awaits at home. So we are heading east Tuesday morning and going to see how it goes.

Life it seems is normal.

Julie

Evenful few days

Julie Watson — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 01:58:00 GMT

Well folks its been an interesting few days. So here are a few highlights

Saturday

John flew into Toronto today, and he and his childhood friend, Joey Kulchar, came down to Fonthill in a rental truck to pickup some of the furniture from the house. Joey can use it - needs it, and we need to get the stuff gone so it was a win-win situation.

John arranged his travel to Maritimes so that he could take the stop over and get a lift down to see Mom for a few hours. She complained about his long hair - as usual - and didn’t seem to appreciate the effort he made - but that is Mom. It was very helpful for us as John and Joey took a dozen or so boxes of books to donate to the library, and lugged the storage boxes of stuff I want from Mom’s house but can’t fit in the RV to take home, to Jenny and Jesse’s garage. Saved Jack and I a lot of lugging and helped empty the house.

Sunday we took Mom out for a drive around Port Colborne and along the Niagara River/Parks then out to lunch at the Mandarin.

Monday the “Got Junk” guys came and took 1 ½ truck loads of “stuff” out of the basement. Cost us $800+ but was better than trying to do it ourselves.

Tuesday was our last day with Mom, so spent it doing her running around, took her out to lunch etc. She had a melt-down so there was a lot of anger and emotion going on. Upset because we were leaving, because we had just dumped her in this place where she doesn’t want to be, she may as well not live because no one cares or wants her around and etc. Jack and I had both sort of had it especially with the accusations so this time she heard a few realities back. Ended up with us having a frank talk, her apologizing and promising to try and adapt and put a more positive spin on things. We left to sleep at Jen and Jesse’s and got to hear a bit about her trip to Vancouver.

Wednesday we stopped in to say goodbye to Mom and she was so much better. Apologized again, and said she was going to go down to coffee with the ladies. We left on a good note, had breakfast with the Rogers and headed for home. Stayed near Lake Oneida in New York State. Jack was still not feeling well. John phoned to say Chrissy had to be taken into the hospital by ambulance. He is in St. John, New Brusswick.

Thursday We drove through Adirondack National Park - absolutely lovely drive - and into Vermont. Jack has been experiencing nausea and just not feeling well. At lunch time he started shivering and just could not get warmed up. He shivered violently for most of the afternoon even though the weather was hot and humid, and he had the heater on. With the nausea and chest pain he was in pretty bad shape. He turned the driving over to me just west of Montpelier and I found a campground about half an hour later.

About 30 minutes after that I headed for the hospital in Barre/Montpelier. He was treated in Emergency. and admitted to Intensive Care. Just after midnight they had him settled in and sedated a bit, so I headed out to the RV and caught a few hours rest in the parking lot.

On the west coast, Chrissy has had her surgery. It was a little more extensive than they had anticipated, but she should be out of the hospital in a few days. Glad that is over for her as she has been having severe pain for months and has been rushed to the hospital several times.

Friday - after all kinds of tests, cat scan, x-rays etc. Jack is still in ICU. Today about 4 pm his fever broke and he started to come around a bit. Managed to eat a piece of toast and some Jello. He isn’t out of the woods by any means, but it was a relief to see a bit of improvement today. I felt comfortable with coming back to the campground for the night. Its only about 7 miles from the hospital. Supposed to be a frost tonight so I am grateful to have electricity for lights and heat.

The doctors and nurses have been wonderful and the care excellent. They haven’t found anything wrong with his heart, stomach, etc through the x-rays and cat scan and are leaning to a viral or bacterial infection. So right now they are culturing some tests, monitoring his blood for changes, treating the symptoms and so on.

Thankfully we purchased travel insurance on Tuesday. Our provincial covers emergency hospital care, and the travel should cover what they don’t so we are hoping we don’t have to mortgage the RV to pay medical bills. Actually I’m kind of glad it happened here. They are doing tests that he has never had at home and really attentive and supportive. Its good to have another opinion and since these guys are starting from scratch with no preconceived notions I’m hoping they come up with some answers for us.

Carol and Russ are still with us, anticipating that we will be heading home tomorrow. Doubt it myself, even if he is released I don’t think he should start traveling right away, but one never knows. One of the reasons Jack came this far was to get us up to highway 2 because from here it’s a straight run to Bangor in Maine, and they have traveled that route before so can do it on their own.

The folks at the campground have also been super. Heck if you have to get sick this is a great place to do it because of the great people.

Chrissy is doing well - had an “emotional” day today which the surgeon told her to expect, but is eating and getting up today.

Well had best get to bed. It has turned cold, so I’m going to snuggle in. Will try to keep you posted.

Julie

The Fonthill adventure

Julie Watson — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 21:57:00 GMT

So, the purpose of our stay in Fonthill is two fold. First to visit my mother and help her settle into a new life. Second to clean up and dispose of her old life. To explain for anyone who doesn’t already know. My 89 year old mother was living in a 4-level split house, that was too much for her to maintain and too lonely for her.

We had her on the wait list for a subsidized seniors, independent living, apartment to almost 5 years. The main reason was, and is, that these apartments on the town square in Fonthill are some of the nicest I’ve come across for seniors and the place has a great reputation. Its not a new building, but is very well maintained, bright and cheerful. There are 64 apartments, and only two men in the building. The ladies, at least the ones I have met, are a great bunch. Cheerful. Active. Always saying hello. They have quite a few organized activities including coffee once a week, lunch a couple of times a month (once here organized by Meals on Wheels and they put a list up so people can sign up to go out as a group to various places) and things like bingo or cards.

Mom has a lovely apartment, one bedroom, a kitchen with space for a small table and chairs, or in her case her sewing machine and chairs, a storage room, and a good size living room with a lovely patio and private little garden. Jack mounted a new TV on the wall so she can sew or eat and watch her shows. Its actually much nicer than our place, especially the outside.

Cousin Jenny and husband Jess have done a wonderful job of moving Mom and getting her set up in her new place. Hey not only did an amazing amount of work, they also put up with her sour attitude and constant complaining. They set the apartment up and it is very well done. Jenny has a “touch” when it comes to setting out rooms, and gardens.

Only trouble is Mom is having a really hard time with the move. She says its too small, she doesn’t know where anything is, there is no where to put anything, and on - and on. Its actually rather sad. She is making herself very unhappy, and frustrating everyone she comes in contact with. We all understand, but it gets very hard to not tell her to buck up and look at the all the good things, instead of constantly dwelling on the negative. I do hope she can turn it around.

Its been a tough time for me. Jack has been off. As in not feeling well and just not his usual cheerful self - says I tongue in cheek. He had an "incident" in Idaho that almost had me calling 911 and has never recovered. Last week he went to Ottawa for five days to golf with Terry - that gave me a break from trying to balance between keeping him and Mom in a decent frame of mind. I know they both have issues and am bumbling through trying to be understanding and helpful in my own ineffectual way.

One thing I have been grateful for is that some help that came my way from my cousin Susan and her husband, Finn. They took a lot of stuff out of Mom’s house and helped pack up a whole lot more. Today the Diabetes Association came with their truck and took 30 plus, boxes and big bags full of “Stuff” for Value Village. On Saturday some of the furniture went. Then today the Junk Guys came for the trash. We are heading home on Wednesday.

Its been kind of nice to connect with family a bit. Jack is staying at cousin Jenny & Jesse’s place. I’m staying at Mom’s “camping” on the floor of her living room. While Jack and Jess were off golfing (not together) we had a girl’s night with Aunt Ann, Mom, Jenny, my sister-in-law Sandra who dropped in from Victoria, BC. She’s on a road trip across Canada.

My Uncle Phil and Donna had us over for dinner. Cousin Leslie dropped by for a visit. We had coffee with Aunt Ann and Peter a few times. She had a root canal Tuesday and surgery on her back today. We’re waiting to hear how she got on.

Latest “news” is that our travelling companions, the Rogers, purchased a Class A RV. Should be an interesting trip home. Hope Russ gets lots of practice between now and then. Haven’t seen much of them since we arrived here three weeks ago but I think they are enjoying family time and being here.

Its been an interesting time here in Fonthill with lots of up, downs, challenges and small victories.

Hope I can get through the next few days with grace and deliver what the people around me seem to need.

Julie

SOUTH TO FONTHILL

Julie Watson — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 18:11:00 GMT

Any look at a map of Ontario will reveal why we decided to turn south, cross Manitoulin Island and catch the ferry to Bruce Penninsula. Not only did it save us miles, but it kept us out of the “Cottagers-heading-back-to-Toronto” Sunday scramble. Seriously with a little superb navigation/ map interpretation we managed to avoid heavy traffic and multi-lanes all the way Fonthill.

On Manitoulin we overnighted just 10 minutes drive from the ferry in a “rustic” campground. We had a water view, and were entertained by what we were informed were turkey vultures circling overhead. The water was a little active, lots of whitecaps and apparently the vultures were looking for treats washed up onto shore.

Not that there were many campsites to choose from, but we had to be there early to ensure getting on the ferry. The island is beautiful, typical of the northern great lakes area - lots of rock, lovely water views, farms and small towns. Would love to go back someday when we have time to explore. As it was we did venture down to the touristy area near the ferry docks and marina for a look around a couple of shops before hooking up and getting settled in for the night.

After breakfast we headed for the terminal. We did have reservations but didn’t want to chance not getting on the boat as it was Sunday and busy with weekenders. This is a very nice crossing on a great ferry. We passed a number of islands both at the Manitoulin end of the journey and coming in Tobermory where the boat passes through a National Marine Park.

Our drive strait down Bruce Penninsula was a bit disappointing as far as scenery goes, and Wiarton was awful - line up for gas, line up to get into Tim Hortons (pit stop) - so busy. I navigated a route almost straight down to Delhi which took us through lovely farmlands and small towns. This is the part of Ontario we still love - the rural farm community.

It was a challenge to find a place to overnight, but we decided not to push on for Fonthill when we found a campground just north of the 401. Well rested we pulled into Fonthill just after lunch on August 31st. Two days ahead of schedule. Parted company with Carol and Rus who went to visit with their family while we headed to my Mom’s.

For us the work is just begun. We have a house to empty, clean and close up and a mother to try and convince that the world has not ended with her move to an apartment.

More next time

Julie

Ooops, catching you up

Julie Watson — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 20:25:00 GMT

Ooops, was informed by my friend that I left us hanging in Wisconsin and everyone wondering if we had stalled there. Of course we didn’t but we did have a frustrating time finding campsites, with weather and so on.

We just trucked on through Wisconsin. I was a little disappointed in our route change because I had always wanted to visit the Cranberry Museum and Park in that state. We’re saving that for next time. Went through some frustrations looking for a coffee stop. Led to one of the more humourous moments of these few days for Jack and I.

I spotted a place called May’s with some cars outside so we put on the binders and hauled in. Had to use the facilities so Jack and I headed right in and left C&R to follow. A guy outside started calling out to us about bringing the rain - we went along with that because it had been following us for a while. As we crossed the parking lot we yelled back and forth a bit - all in good fun.

Then we opened the door and walked in to an almost sleezy bar. Picture it. Dark and dingy. Pool table on the right. Bar on the left wall. Three guys hanging over there hard liquor or beer, bleary eyes and obviously 3-sheets to the wind. Greeted us like long lost buddies hoping to join the party. Probably because of the kibitzing in the parking lot and the hope that we had cash money in our pockets. The bar maid was no beauty and looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet. Sorry sight. Not wanting to be too rude I asked if the coffee pot was on. Nope. No coffee here. Oh gee that’s too bad we said as we backed out the door. It was 10 am and these guys had probably been at it all night. We were outta there as fast as we could all scramble back in the RVs.

We finally found a café in a hotel for coffee in a town called Crandon. Noteworthy place because it seemed to be a mecca for mud-rooters, ATVers, and red-necks in general. Waitress confirmed it. Would have loved to stay around for competitions starting the next day - driving all manner of converted vehicles through pits of mud, through obstacle courses and so on. This was the stuff from TV.

Also finally got our Great Lakes Fish Fry in Wisconsin. Fish Fries are a big deal around the northern shores of the Great Lakes. Cheap, fresh - good food.. Choice is usually Perch or Walleye. This day we got perch - yummy.

Passed through more National Forest land as we made our way into Michigan and found ourselves a campsite. Thought we had it made when we spotted a KOA sign. We were all in need of a shower and laundry. Turned out it reinforced our disappointment in KOAs. It was still raining so that put a damper on things - ha, ha. Campsites were set up all wrong, water and hydro so far apart we had a hard time plugging in to both and actually took up two sites to do it. Not level. Laundry was tiny, in the hotel, and not very clean. Showers had NO privacy - in hotel and part of the pool To use wireless I had to go into the hotel and sit in the lobby working on a coffee table.

Passed through another National Forest on our way to Sault Ste. Marie. Saw some wild swans - trumpeter or trumpet, not sure of name, and lots of trees. Filled up with gas and coffee and headed over the border. All receipts and passports in hand. We essentially both got waved through. Stopped for groceries (we had been very careful not to have any fresh veggies, fruit or meat, then lunch before turning east for Manitoulin.

And that is where I will stop for today. Gotta go do some real work!

FYI, we are now in Ontario dealing with Mom's move - will catch you up asap

Ttfn,

Julie

Trucking onwards heading towards Michigan

Julie Watson — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 00:42:00 GMT

AUGUST 26TH

Well the night behind the bar turned out OK. Had a great night sleep. Pain not having a shower or bathrooms, but hey. We are Rvers. On the road by 8 am, and other than a stop at McDonald’s for coffee, and Dairy Queen for lunch kept motoring all day. Ran into construction - again - so managed about 250 miles. Only problem with this back roading is the lack of information about camp grounds. And actually the lack of campgrounds. They are few and far between. We stopped in Watertown at a municipal park. Lovely place, camped in the big trees, big sites, a lake just steps away. Clean. Only down side is that we are still in South Dakota. The next campsite I could find a listing for is 160 miles! Oh, and we are still in the Rogers black books, so the atmosphere is a bit depressing.

Nope take that back. Its darn annoying.

It was an interesting drive today We went from pretty barren, if beautiful, landscapes to amazing colour and cheer early in the day. They grow sun flowers here and they are just at their peak of beauty. Sometimes these rolling fields were yellow for miles in all directions. Between them was a mix of what we think is flax, corn fields, hay, and the ever present cattle and horses. Passed some big herds today - mostly Black Angus. Towns are few and far between. Most of the dots on the map represent a half dozen buildings sprawled around an intersection. We crossed the Missouri River, but many of the other rivers marked on the map (and showing on our GPS) were dried up.

We’re in north-eastern South Dakota, and will cross into Minnesota tomorrow morning. This area we stopped at has lots of small lakes or ponds so we are seeing pelicans again, along with some tall white birds that look like cranes, ducks and Canada geese. Also saw pheasants today - the state bird and some hawks. We often comment on the lack of small birds - have to wonder if it is the spray they use on all these crops. Sad thought.

‘Tis now the evening of the 27th. We really put the peddle down today. Drove from Watertown, South Dakota, through Minnesota and about 80 miles into Wisonsin. Total of about 350 miles, with 5 detours because of bridges out, construction, etc. We went a bit out of our way to avoid Minniapolis/St. Paul but it was a pleasant drive so no problems with it. Crossed the Mississippi.

It was a long hard day and once again we ended up having to hunt for a campsite. We are in a little tiny park, out in the boonies, about 15 sites at a put-your-money-in-the-box place. No showers, etc. Very pretty though. Was a bit odd at first. The park is also home to a gun club, so it was pretty steady shooting for the first while. Made you wonder if it was safe. But it was a range, they stopped and all is well. We drove an extra 2 hours to find this site and our only alternative seemed to be behind the bowling alley in Ladysmith, with no services. This is why most folk stick to the interstates. Campgrounds are located close to the heavy traffic areas.

Things are much better on the C&R front. We had it out this morning before we left - aired our feelings, and got things out in the open. So everyone is now trying to get back on an even keel. Happily it working!

Love to all,

Julie

Cody Wyoming to the South Dakota Badlands

Julie Watson — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 00:39:00 GMT

Its been an eventful couple of days. We followed the advice of a bus driver and followed Rte 16 east from Cody to Buffalo where we picked up the I-90 east to Sundance on the 24th. I must say he gave us good advice - this took us through Big Horne National Forest. Totally awesome scenery again, mixed with challenging driving.

This road took us through another mountain pass that was about 30 miles in distance. The road just seemed to keep climbing, even though at times, it looked like we were finally going down the Rialta kept on chugging up hill. We did most of it in second so just merrily went up, up, up.

Eventually we came to what appeared to be the brink - road just sort of disappeared ahead - and pulled into a scenic lookout. Since it was raining we picnicked in our respective rigs and gazed at the view the whole time. We were in the clouds, but still had a wonderful scene falling away from us. One of the more spectacular things was the huge snow fences they’ve built here. They add something to the landscape because of how they are built - these are structures, not fences and they amble over hill and dale, sometimes alone, sometimes in row. Must be an awesome sight when the snow is blowing.

Like Yellowstone, this park has a lot of winter activity. Would love to visit when the snow is down, but sure wouldn’t want to drive these roads in winter..

So, turns out we were at the top of Powder River Pass, at 9,666 ft. It got really cold up here, and Russ swore there were snow pellets in the rain. So, all the distance we had chugged up, we now had to switchback down. Quite an experience. Jack is very good at driving these mountain back roads so I don’t worry, but I do hang on. One hand is out the window snapping pictures the other keeping me steady and giving me the security of holding something solid. So today we started by going from almost dessert to alpine - before lunch.

After filling up with gas in Buffalo, we got onto the I-90 anticipating some easier traveling for a while. What a laugh. Sometimes I’m so dumb - forgot Russ’s feelings about multi-lanes and speed are as bad as they are. The limit is 75, and this is a great road through wide open spaces. Traffic steady but not heavy. Jack kept his speed down to 65 with cruise control because he knows Russ doesn’t like ‘fast.’ And about half of the distance we traveled was under construction so our side of the highway was down to one lane and a speed of 45. No one was working, just the cones to keep traffic in one lane - the other was obviously going to be stripped the next day.

Saw lots of prong horns (sort of like an antelop) along the road sides and this is a very scenic drive because the landscape changed quite dramatically, so the construction was almost welcome because it left lots of time for enjoying the scenery.

At 4 we were at Sundance, just 19 miles from the state line and South Dakota, saw a RV campground and decided to pull in. Nice park, but as soon as Russ came in to register we knew something was up. Later on he came over to our campsite and ‘lost it.’ He was totally bummed out because Jack had been driving “so fast”. I pointed out that they never once used the walkie talkies to say ‘Hey, slow down,’ nor did they slow down themselves. They know that if we loose sight of them we just pullover and wait. We’ve been doing it all along.

Anyway Russ got so upset he threw the maps at me and stormed off. Jack went in the other direction so that he wouldn’t loose his temper and make things worse and Carol started to come aboard me. Shot her down by pointing out that Russ is a big boy, driving his own rig, and in charge of how fast and how safely he drives.

They came over later that evening and apologized. Russ was “very tired” apparently hit 6 of the construction cones and was pretty upset because he didn’t feel in control.

So now we all know Jack right. He was upset. He’s been trying so hard to be considerate, to do things to make it easy and enjoyable for Russ. I have to tell you I have been amazed at his patience. We don’t drive fast, in fact he never breaks the speed limit because of his earlier eye problems. Just doesn’t want to take chances.

Anyway, this am Jack has this “he wants slow, he’ll get slow” attitude so cut our speed back to 50. On the I-90 that is a little hairy, but we didn’t have far to go, just 120 miles to WALL, home of the famous Wall Drug. Story here is that a couple settled in Wall in 1931 because they just couldn’t face going any further. He was a pharmacist and opened a drug store but they had few customers. The main road went nearby but no one stopped until ‘the Mrs’. came up with the idea of offering free drinks of ice cold water. They also offered a 5 cent cup of coffee with a donut. The business took off and now encompasses a couple of square blocks. It’s a touristy place, that still offers 5 cent coffee on the honour systems, good home cooked food, and a whole passel of western stuff to buy ranging from fine western art to tacky souveniers. It is still owned and operated by the same family. A neat place to explore.

Then I decided to heck with Russ, we had planned to take the Badlands loop road, before making time and I wanted to do it so keeping to the theory of they follow where ever we go, we set out for the South Dakota Badlands National Park.. I did set out a route that takes us off I-90 which we could pick up from the other end of the loop.

I think they enjoyed the Badlands. Hard to tell ‘cause they are barely speaking. It is such a totally different landscape. You drive out on the South Dakota grasslands that are rolling, but flat, then suddenly the land breaks away into these absolutely stunning formations. The landscape is a masterpiece of erosion, barren with little plant life, and so beautiful it looks like castles rising up from the grasslands. The badlands have vibrant colouring often in bands, some formations are red, others yellow or white, or strips of several colours. I hope our pictures do it justice, but know they won’t you can’t capture this magnificence on a piece of paper or a computer screen.

OK, so we rolled on through the badlands and instead of taking I-90, we crossed over heading due north to our alternative, Rte 14 a lesser traveled road. Just minutes later it turns into a gravel road, and off we go out into the grasslands where nary another creature can be seen or heard. Glad we didn’t have a breakdown out there because I don’t think many folks use that road. We made it through and after about 60 miles realized that there are no campgrounds out here in the boonies. They are all along the busy highways. Finally ended up parked in a funny little campground in the cottonwoods behind a rundown local bar and gas station in a little placed called Midland

We made an early stop (4:30) because this looks like it for a few miles and we could all do with a relaxed restful evening. Its going to be a long few days trying to get back into Canada in time for Russ to pay his bills before the end of the month, without going over 50 miles an hour.

One interesting note. As we left the Badlands we passed two historic site. One is a “soddy” - its an original, built by settlers well over 100 years ago and now preserved and managed by the Parks people. The other was the site of a Minute Man Missel launch place which you can now tour. They are about a quarter mile apart. Two strong images of the USA. Intrepid pioneers, settling the west in truly adverse conditions and modern military might keeping the world’s bad guys at bay.

More next time

Love Julie

yellowstone to Cody Wyoming - cowboy country

Julie Watson — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 01:50:00 GMT

Teddy Roosevelt called the road between Yellowstone National Park and Cody, Wyoming one of the most scenic 50 miles in American. Can’t disagree with the man.

We left Fishing Bridge RV Park in Yellowstone, headed for the East Gate and then Cody Wyoming. Passed more hot springs, the beautiful Yellowstone Lake and traveled through the amazing Sylvan Pass. More sheer drop-offs, steep, twisting roads and mind-blowing scenery. Its so hard to describe - rocky formations with sheer cliffs, weather-worn mesas, what we call hoo-doos, with rich green meadows and lacy cottonwoods, with glorious pines march up hillsides. It constantly changes. Distant mountain ranges appear in many tones of blues and greys as a backdrop.

Just outside the East Gate we stopped at the lodge that Buffalo Bill Cody built because he was convinced of two things. First This region should be preserved and second, that it had great tourism potential. I find myself admiring Bill Cody more and more everytime I am exposed to the things he accomplished. He built the first hotel in Cody Wyoming, the Irma, when it was just a few cabins, he built lodges, all manner of things. He also sold the image of the west in Europe and across North America. Because he rubbed shoulders with presidents and royalty he had a huge influence on preservation.

So, stopped at a dam just outside of Cody and did the walking across the top, interpretive centre thing. This dam is significant to Jack and I because of our first trip to the area. That year we left Yellowstone in the dark and rain. We had no idea of the beautiful scenery, the huge lake formed by the reservoir behind the dam, and so on. Our first inkling was when we suddenly went into a lighted tunnel, came out to sheer dropoffs on the right (the face of the dam), went in another tunnel, down a steep hill and into Cody. It was a hair-raising experience. This time it was wonderful.

Anyway, we arrived in Cody at what is one of the nicest campgrounds of the trip - and its right in town, 1/4 mile from the Buffalo Bill Cody Historical Centre, 1 mile maybe from downtown. We’ve enjoyed that. First night we went into town where you can park Rvs on the street. The main street is 7 lanes wide, and has been since Bill Cody laid out the town. We at Prime Ribb Buffet at the original Irma Hotel which has preserved all of the fancy woodwork, the stage horn chandeliers and animal heads on the walls. They stage a ‘shoot out’ every night - which was fun.

Took the town bus (a little one for tourists), for a trip around Cody the next day, hoped off at the Historic Centre and spent the day there. It was 93 degrees so the museum was lovely, not to mention a great place. That evening we went to the rodeo. Cody is famous for its rodeo, which goes every evening in the summer. Most of the contestants are young, so its much more informal, and family oriented.

Today we went to a breakfast at “Our Place” - line up outside (mostly bikers) so we had to wait, but worth it. Jack and I decided to indulge in the local favourite, Chicken Fried Steak and Eggs. Walked it off at Trail Town, a collection of old original cabins and log buildings preserved from the old west. Included the Hole in the Wall cabin where some of the outlaws of the past hung out. Big thrill for me was the blue birds that frequented the place. Beautiful little things that gave colour to the sage/dust landscape.

Jack and I decided to relax this afternoon. Carol and Russ ventured off on their own and went downtown. We feel organized for the 1,500 miles or more back to Canada. The trek starts in the morning.

Good thing I guess, Mom is down about this move, and feeling very neglected. We need to get her settled. I haven’t been able to call every day from the US because of the cost, so she’ll be glad when we get back to Canada.

Well must go. I’m neglecting the old fella, so should go be sociable.

Julie

yellowstone to Cody Wyoming - cowboy country

Julie Watson — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 01:50:00 GMT

Teddy Roosevelt called the road between Yellowstone National Park and Cody, Wyoming one of the most scenic 50 miles in American. Can’t disagree with the man.

Jack and I decided to relax this afternoon. Carol and Russ ventured off on their own and went downtown. We feel organized for the 1,500 miles or more back to Canada. The trek starts in the morning.

Well must go. I’m neglecting the old fella, so should go be sociable.

Julie

Yellowstone - heaven on earth

Julie Watson — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 22:15:00 GMT

YELLOWSTONE

Boy, can’t believe I’m so far behind with my ‘reporting’. So much has happened in the last two days it fair boggles the mind. All of it good stuff. Some of the place names following might b e wrong, but if I wait to check you won’t get this till we are back in Ontario

We packed up and left Grand Tetons National Park with some regret. Nice campground, and we enjoyed touring the park. We overnighted at Coulton Bay RV Park and had a lovely campsite. Jack remarked that we need to always include stays in National Parks in our travels to remind us what camping is really about. Its true. You are in semi-wilderness instead of parking lots.

Of course this statement was disproved when we got to Yellowstone. More about that later. Trying to keep in chronological order here.

One thing we have notices here is that what looks like a short distanced in miles, can take a long time here. Between the roads that are very twisty and turney, not to mention the long steep upgrades followed by long steep downgrades up and down mountains, and the necessary low speed limits it can take an hour or more to go 19 miles. Of course the time is also dictated by the fact that your can’t pass very often, and there are so many wildlife sightings that slow traffic to a stop.

Coming out of the Grand Tetons is was construction. Took us an hour and a half to travel 26 miles! When we entered Yellowstone at the South Gate we stopped to walk in to a waterfall and relax. Lovely. I’m so impressed with the wildflowers here - this stop it was something similar to blue bells.

Back on the road we traveled along side a spectacular canyon. Almost impossible to get nice photos because the roads have no shoulders, and the turnouts (or pulloffs) never seem to be where you want them. Apparently this canyon is deeper than the Grand Canyon. Not as accessible.

Next stop - West Thumb Hot springs. We took the walking trails (mostly boardwalks) around these hotsprings and whatever else you call the weird stuff that is part of thermal Yellowstone. I find it pretty interesting - bubbling (boiling) ponds steaming away in a landscape that looks like it belongs on the moon. The springs range from mud pots that bubble up milkly-muddy looking ooze to turquoise pools rimmed with crystalized minerals that are gorgeous to look at. These particular springs are located beside a lake some of the springs are along the shore, looking like miniature volcanoes, others create little streams that run down into the lake. The little bit of growth is usually brilliantly coloured. I have some awesome pictures.

Carol and Russ had never seen anything like it and we have only seen this type of thermal activity years ago in a different part of Yellowstone It truly is other-worldy. But the sulphur smell and steam get to you after a while. On the way out we passed an elk on the road

So now its time for a little history lesson. Some facts for you. Yellowstone, all 2 million acres of it, is actually a huge volcano. An active one at that. The Park is rimmed by mountains, which actually were the rim of a huge crater. This is/was the largest Volcano in the world. They class it as active because of all of the thermal stuff happening. There are geysers, hot springs, mud springs, all manner of things going on, including about 1,000 earthquakes or tremors a year. I would have loved to spend time learning more about all this stuff. They have a centre when you can go to see the seismographs and such but we just haven’t had time and the rest of the gang isn’t as interested as me.

Anyway from there we checked in at our campground. Thank heaven we reserved back in February because they were turning people away when we arrived a 2 pm. Had no time to dawdle about as we had booked a wildlife tour at 3:30. I had suggested it to give the guys a chance to enjoy some of Yellowstone without having to drive. The roads are so twisty, have no shoulders, and most of time, no guardrails even where there are steep drop offs.

Had a bit of a shock at the increased price over what they quoted, but decided to go for it. Turned out the price went up because we got to go in a restored heritage mini-bus thing,

These were originally build for the park in he 1920's. They had been sold off years ago, but were recovered in Alaska. The buses and all parts were purchased in Alaska, shipped to Detroit where they were rebuilt and restored. And of course brought up to today’s standards. So off we went in these yellow tourist buses that hold 13 passengers, and have a roll-top roof to facilitate standing up to view wildlife from the safety of the vehicle.

A few interesting things. First the doors are made of wood, which flexes when you lean on it, so every time we went around a steep curve it felt like I was going to fall out. Second, there were three full bench seats across, each supposed to hold four people. Jack got to sit in the front passenger seat, so Carol Russ and I were in row 2. It was cramped. None of us are small people. So when the driver said we had to pick up three more people, two for the back row and one to go in with us, the dander went up. Russ was livid, I was worried I would loose my window seat, as was Carol. Luckily, when he stopped at the next resort to pick up the 3 (mom dad and child) she took one look at the space and said no way, I want my money back. Phew!!!

So off we went. First spectacular wildlife was a pretty large herd of buffalo spread out over a river valley. A mile or so further on, the buffalo - oops, have to remember the guide’s lecture - the bison - were right along the side of the road. We saw an eagle and kept a lookout for a grizzly who had been feeding on a dead buffalo/bison but didn’t see him. Saw some pronghorns, and elk at a distance. Probably the best part of the tour was the drive. Having a narrator, especially one who has worked in the park for years brings things to life and increases your awe and appreciation. The old bus thingee did a lot of clanking and gear changing as we charged up steep mountain switchbacks, and down again. It was pretty hairy as the driver seemed to spend most of his time gazing about looking for wildlife instead of at the road.

We spent quite a bit of time stopped looking at where wildlife was supposed to be - grizzly and black bears, big horn sheep and such. We saw a lot of people with scopes looking for bears and wolves. Yellowstone has a number of wolf packs and there are people who go out night after night with scopes to try to see them. They refer to them as wolf spotters. Driver never stopped to see if they could see bears or wolves, he just kept saying “you often see bears here but we can’t stop because there is no where to pull off.”

This tour was great for the guys because they could look and enjoy the spectacular place Yellowstone is. But, I would not recommend paying $100/each for it. He didn’t go anywhere we couldn’t go ourselves. As we found out the next day.

We got back to camp about 9 pm, so had to hook up in the dark. Its amazing how much earlier it gets dark now, especially in the mountains.

Next day we headed out to explore another part of the park. Taking a circular route which would get us to Roosevelt Lodge at 3:30 ready for another adventure. We had booked a covered wagon trip that took us out to a cookout in Pleasant Valley. It was a fantastic experience, and much better value than the yellow bus.

We had two possible ways to get to the Lodge. A repeat of the hairy mountain trip of the day before, or a drive around a western loop which would take us through new territory. We went west, taking in Mammoth Hot Springs and lots of different scenery. I had been told that our best chance of seeing Big Horn Sheep was to head for the North Gate so off we went. Well here we are driving in second again because of the steep roads. Sure enough we found a herd of 7 Big Horns clambering about on a cliff. Mark another one off Carol’s list. We saw elk along the way, so really her list is getting down to a sighting, and photo, of a black bear. We do keep trying.

We have actually seen Black Bears three times, but she has always missed it, or couldn’t get a picture.

We arrived at the Lodge, which is a centre where you can taking several different horseback rides out into the wilderness, go on a stage coach ride, or do what we had come for, take the covered wagons out for a cookout. Its about a 45 minute trip out through the valley. We passed bison and pronghorns along the way. We arrived at the “camp” just before two groups of horseback riders, so had the pleasure of seeing them come down a ridge and hill. It was so enjoyable. They had a western singer, an old fellow who talked like Johnny Cash and sang like Gene Autry, who brought a real feeling of the old west. Coffee was in pots hanging over a campfire and dished out by an older cowboy. The wranglers (drivers from the wagons, and those who accompanied the ‘dudes’ on horseback) or cowboys sat around the campfire and gave real atmosphere to the place. There were picnic tables for the rest of us. The meal was all you can eat - steak grilled on site, potato salad and coleslaw, western style beans, cornbread, watermelon and peach cobbler. Very good.

So we all enjoyed this experience very much but were a little anxious to get back because we had to drive over the mountains to get home and wanted to do it before dark. To give you an idea of the roads here they give you a map with distances and driving times on them. This road we were to travel was 19 miles, estimated time 1 ½ hours. Not only tough up and down grades, sharp curves, no shoulders with drop offs that go down thousands of feet but we also knew we had to go through the buffalo/bison again and Jack and I knew how hairy that could be after dark.

So off we set. Well folks I have to tell you that our little Rialta did us proud. Jack put her in second and we just made our way up and down, round and round, with no hesitation. Russ followed along behind, and other than running a bit to close to the back of us from time to time, he had no trouble. The day before he had complained about his brakes burning and smoking, so Jack told him to rely on the transmission more. Worked great. Much better trip than that darn old bus thing.

So today is our last in Yellowstone. We decided to head off to see Old Faithful. Man what a place that has turned into. Huge lodges, gift shops, eating places and such. The parking lot is absolutely huge. We all ended up doing a bit of shopping before heading out to watch the geyser perform. They have a boardwalk around Old Faithful now. It has benches for the fortunate, some sit on the raised boardwalk and many stand behind the sitters. There seemed to be several hundred folks all eagerly waiting for the big blow and she performed admirable, right on time. Fascinating to thing this geyser has been sending up water and steam 60-90 feet in the air at 60-90 minute intervals since it was discovered in the 1800s.

Our day ended with a trip to the laundromat and showers in the campground, then a leisurely evening. We head for Cody tomorrow.

So there we go. Sorry this bit has been long-winded but truth is we packed a huge amount of serious experience into these three days.

One more interesting note: Today the work crews were out putting up long poles that were 10-12 feet high to mark medians and such for the snow plow operators. They quite often get snow here in early September. That is only 10 days from now. We have three nights in Cody, then will be hot footing across to Sault Ste Marie. Plan stops in Wall, the Badlands, and a few other places along the way but just short ones.

Thats all folks.

Julie

Bellevue, Idaho to Jackson Hole Wyoming - Jack is recovering

Julie Watson — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:58:00 GMT

BELLVUE IDAHO TO JACKSON HOLE, WYOMING

OK, so I’m back and pleased to report Jack is on the road to recovery and all is well. He’s not over what ever it was totally, but much better. He’s decided it was food poisoning or something. Ever notice how often we blame feeling cruddy on what we eat?

Anyway today was an awesome day. Started off a bit shaky - Carol was not a happy girl. We refused to be rushed today so didn’t get going to 8:45. She also has a sore toe which we didn’t know about. Anyway. It ended up being such an awesome day everyone ended up happy. ;>

So as we left the scenery continued to be awesome and interesting. The amount of irrigation through this sections just amazed us. It makes you wonder about the water table. They irrigate grain, vegetable crops, hay, even pasture with cattle in it. Very lush for a while before it went back to a dessert landscape. Then we noticed a quite sudden change.

We were in lava fields - mile after mile of black- with some plant growth on it but stunted. We had entered Craters of the Moon National Monument area. Story is that Idaho sits on The Great Rift, a long line of fractures in the earth’s crust that allowed lava to burst through the earth surface. Not volcanoes, but more like leaks. There were places where lava burst through holes so spewed out rocks and chunks of lava which formed some awesome ridges or walls, piles and formations, and cones that were made when ash spewed up in the air and came down almost like sand, but it formed these huge cone shaped mini-mountains that look like they are mostly soot or sand. We took the time to take a drive the National Parks folks had paved and made walkways to provide access to. Quit an experience.

This particular lave field is 15,000 years old, and covers 618 sq miles. There are up to 60 lava flows and 25 cones. This part of the world has had a lot of seismic activity so there are many other lava flows and such, but not as big/impressive. I was fascinated by the sprinkling of plant life - a few lichen, a few wild flowers, and the hardy pines that seem to need very little to grow, even if they grow stunted. Not much wildlife here - we saw one chipmunk and a few birds.

However, after leaving the main lava area, we did spot three prong horn antelopes and later in the day saw several eagles and quite a few large hawks and osprey.

We continued on east passing through Idaho Falls and began once again following The Snake River. It often runs in Canyons or valleys so is again beautiful. As we crossed into Wyoming the landscape changed again now we are in a combination of the worn down, sage covered mountains and the rockier “new” range of snow-capped Grand Tetons.

Jackson Hole, play ground of the rich and famous, is on the edge of a huge elk preserve and wetlands. Grand Tetons National Park lies between us and Yellow Stone. It’s a distance of aboug 95 miles. So we are well positioned to visit town in the morning to stock up with grub for our stay in Yellow Stone and then be able to take out time and enjoy the sights.

Talked to Mom today, and then John this evening. Both are well.

Back at you when possible. I hear its been 37 C in PEI and hot in Fonthill. Weird because we have been in the dessert and its been in the 60s F. I love it, but everyone else is cold.

Well, must be off to do some banking while I have a good internet connection.

Julie - remember if you want to get in touch email us at julie@seacroftpei.com

Jack Crashes in Bellevue, Idaho

Julie Watson — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 02:36:00 GMT

Well, I knew it had to happen and it did. Jack has been like a grouchy old bear for days now - since we left Victoria actually. He was obviously trying to be nice until today. If I could have found an airport I would have put him on a plane anywhere.

Truth is he is sick. Really sick. Its all been exaggerated by long hard days. He keeps pushing till he breaks - the usual story with Jack. He has now crashed. Its is 7pm. We are in a tiny place called Bellevue in rural Idaho at a camp ground that can only be called rustic-with-full-services. I got him to give in by picking up the phone to call 911. If you get this you know everything is all right and he is alive and well. If he isn’t - well I won’t be sending it will I.

Anyway, back to our day. We stayed the night at a Good Sam Burns RV Park. Nice enough with shady trees and very clean. $27 a night. I woke up at 6:20 after an almost sleepless night. Don’t you hate it when you don’t seem to fall asleep until an hour of so before you have to get up. Didn’t have to but Mother nature called - loudly. Jack was having a rough morning so when Carol and Russ were packed up and sitting in the rig with the engine running before 7:30 it started things off wrong!!! I finally had to say something about it. Poor Jack didn’t even have time to go to the bathroom!

Anyway we breakfasted out then hit the road. Once more we were running through countryside that is very different. They call it dessert. It is covered with sage brush, some scrubby weedy things with yellow flowes and the occasional stunted tree. Buttes, messas, mountains softened by time so they have rounded sandy looking tops, often with a “collar” of rock part way down. Fascinating. I took 257 pictures today of the countryside. Today was different in that we quite often ran beside a small river which created a green zone in amongst all of the dessert. We would top a mountain, begin the run down the otherside, then start to pick up signs of green. Finally in a gulch or pass there would be lush green trees, bluish toned cotton-woods, grasses and even some bullrushes. The rivers were never big, but in some areas had been utilized for irrigation so there would be productive ranches growing acre after acre of crops. As we left Oregon we went through an area where they were growing corn (as high as an elephant’s eye I swear), and other vegetable crops. We decided some of it was navy beans or something similar. But the most fun was the onions. Field after field after field. The air smelled of onions. And a sign on one farm’s barn claimed to ship 22,000 loads of onions a year.

In the more arid areas the crop is hay. They grow more hay here than I have ever seen in my life. It is piled in blocks in fields that are bigger than buildings. These big blocks (of huge rectangle bales) are dated and numbered so are obviously to be shipped. All of the hay is irrigated with huge sprayers.

The cole crops are also irrigated, but by using a network of channels and ditches. Again fascinating to see how industrious people are making this arid land work for them. There are huge land-holdings, cattle ranches, horses - all of it spread out over miles and miles of rolling land, stunted mountains and valleys.

When we entered Idaho we did about a hundred miles on Interstate 84. Hateful experience. We headed north on a secondary road as soon as we could. I was fascinated to pass over the old Oregon Trail and a couple of the other wagon train routes, as well as old stagecoach routes. One could spend weeks exploring and experiencing what is in these two states. So our trek ended up here, in the only RV park for miles around. We have about 400 miles to go to Yellow Stone and two days to do it in so we can relax more. Hopefully Jack is feeling better. I don’t mind driving these roads, but won’t make the time he does.

Our route takes us through the Grand Teton National Park, where the mountain driving will be a challenge. We had to change our plans a bit because the west gate into Yellow Stone I partially closed for construction, so we opted for the south gate. It will be good to stop for a few days

Julie

Victoria Oregon and heading east.

Julie Watson — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 05:35:00 GMT

I’m at a loss to know how to start today’s report. These last few days have been pure adventure for me. It all began with the ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles, Washington. We had a boring 2 ½ hour wait to board, then it took them a long time to figure out how to get the trucks, RV, cars and tractor trailers (or trains as the crew called them) loaded on the ship so we late leaving. Even so, the trip itself was awesome. I was on deck from the moment we climbed up from the “parking garage” below. Leaving Victoria Harbour was very interesting. We passed by cruise ships, navel vessels, the marina and RV park that we stayed in, fishing boats, lighthouses, etc. It was lovely

Once away from shore I was in the bow, watching for whales and such. No whales, but salmon put on an impressive show jumping in front of the boat. The most awesome aspect was the low cloud hanging over the Olympic Mountains and Port Angeles in Washington. It created a wonderful misty almost ethereal atmosphere as we crossed. Boats, birds, mountains all kept vanishing into the mist and reappearing. Cool stuff.

Carol and Russ got pulled over going through US Customs, but just delayed a few minutes and then we were on our way. South on Hwy 101

OK, so the mist, low cloud, rain and such continued to be part of our lives as we madly drove towards Long Beach. A commitment to meet John at Long Beach meant we didn’t spend any time on the coast, or in Olympic National Park - which was fine because it was raining and so foggy we never really saw much in the way of mountains.

It was beautiful going past lakes, and once we got to the coastal area it was awesome. If the weather had been better it would have been wonderful. As it was it was hard driving. And a long day. We finally arrived in Long Beach about 7 pm and found our campground. I had booked ahead and that always makes me a little nervous - you can’t believe everything they say on web sites folks!

This place turned out to be great. A short walk through the sand dunes to a big broad beach. I made a quick foray to the beach and was enchanted to find a huge flock of pelicans down on the sand. I hadn’t taken my camera, because it was nearly dark and very overcast. Of course we had a wonderful sunset which sort of came out of nowhere. And me with no camera. John arrived about 9:30, exhausted but very happy because he had such a good time at the Didje Festival he went to.

We had a great day with John the next day. Got Dungeness Crab for lunch which was fresh-from-the-sea delicious. Barbecue for lunch. John and I plotted some projects we are working on. He and his dad had a batchee (?sp) ball competition. He and I went to the beach for sunset and took photos. Sunset fizzled but we had fun snapping the pelicans, the misty beach, each other, the dunes - whatever.

Highlight for him was having a camp fire. So picture this folks. Its raining, not hard, but raining or heavy misting all evening. John is not only determined to have a fire, he is determined not to use paper to start the darn fire. He did it, but it was a struggle. Jack pooped out and went in to watch a movie in the dry. He’s been feeling a bit punky for days now and just didn’t want to be out in the cold rain.

John and I perservered, burnt his $8 worth of wood. He slept in the RV both nights because it was raining so we gabbed too long. Anyway next morning packed up and he headed north and we all headed south into Oregon.

If we loved what we could see of the coast of Washington, we were bowled over in Oregon. The coast road is an adventure to drive. Up down turn around seems to be the order of the day. The turning around is to see the view. The highway runs beside the Pacific Ocean. So do the mountains. The road twists and turns and at each curve you find your self wondering what the scenery will be. This is like rain forest; thick, lush growth. Huge trees with thick, thick undergrowth that ranged from blackberry brambles, to wonderful ferns, to hardwood trees and shrubs of all kinds.

The seascape ranges from 700 ft high cliffs, to huge monolith rocks; from sandy dunes to isolated little coves and sea caves. We saw sea lions in a sea cave, whales spouting, pelicans soaring (love those pelicans), seals, it was all wonderful. So wonderful that we only traveled 84 miles on Wednesday and 170 on Thursday. Since we still had 370 to go to the Redwoods in Northern California, we had to take a reality check.

Truth is Julie finds out too many neat places to stop to see. I kind of got into trouble for slowing us down between adding John’s visit into our mix, and then saying, “Turn here” too often.Add in the fact that the weather has been poor - foggy, wet, cool with just enough periods of blue sky to whet our appetites and make it even more noticeable when we lost it again.

So last night we sat down with the maps and figured out mileages against our time. Verdict was simple if we went to Northern California, we would not get to Yellowstone in time for things we have already paid for - wildlife tours, chuckwagon dinner, that sort of thing.

So this morning, we drove through the fog to Florence, then turned east. We are heading home. Granted we have a continent to cross, but I must admit I felt pretty depressed to be leaving the Pacific coast. I love it.

We followed the MacKenzie River Valley through the coastal mountains, to Eugene, then meandered through the Cascade Mountains. The trees just seemed to get bigger and more magnificent as we went. Huge big pines. We passed through little villages where carvings and sculptures were everywhere. One metal working genius had all sorts of creations outside - the most spectacular a Cinderella Coach - full-size.

We passed Christmas farms with huge holly trees, orchards with huge nut trees, fisher folks on the river and funny buildings of all shapes and descriptions. When we entered the National Forest and Park areas it was kind of mind boggling. These huge pines or cedars with lacy boughs, often right to the ground lined both sides of the road, quite close to the pavement creating canopies that the sun shone through (yes the sun did come out). In some areas ferns grew right to the pavement edge and with the trees gave the effect of driving down the most wonderful tunnels.

One area had acres and acres of what was obviously lava flow. Its broken up now the trees and a lot of growth - I would guess the lava flowed 2-400 years ago based on the size of trees there. Then we went through a huge area that had been burned in a forest fire. Pretty recent as the only new growth was small plants, wildflowers and such. That was near Mount Washington. The forest changed as we came out of the Cascades and into the area known as Sisters and Bend. Trees were still huge, but with very little undergrowth and lots of space between them. You could see through them for a long way. Made one want to get on a horse and go exploring.

A few miles down the road, east of Bend the landscape totally changed. Trees became shorter, stunted. Pines had the bark and needles seen before, and the thick trunk, but the trees were really short. Sagebrush and some yellow weedy thing gradually took over the land which is now rolling hills, called buttes, linked my miles of sandy soil covered with stunted sage brush. It turned into country called high dessert. We saw a few cattle but not many. Too arid. Eventually even the stunted trees disappeared. The road would go out front as straight as a pin, the vast dessert on either side and the only shadows you could see came from the clouds passing over.

Some of the very old buildings from the days of pioneers, stage coaches and wagon trains are still to be seen. We saw two soddies -cabins built with sod. A weathered sign hanging from cross bars declaring “Hatfields - High Dessert Ranch”. A place that claimed to be a stage coach depot. Even a rest stop (picnic area) that had a special place for exercising and watering your horse.

Anyway with the road as good as this last part was (130 miles of weird beautiful dessert) and none of Julie’s side trips we managed to travel 320 miles today.

So now I have to head for bed so that I can successfully navigate us in the right direction to find Yellow Stone .

More next time

Julie

Victoria

Julie Watson — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 04:24:00 GMT

Man, we are so upset that our time in Victoria has flown by so quickly. We left Vancouver on Wednesday and had an almost perfect run to the ferry. Hardly any traffic, clear sailing. Just had to wait a few minutes and we were on the boat. It was misty though - a low cloud cover - so the view was not as magnificent as it can be. We arrived at the campground at about 2pm, wondering what we would find waiting for us.

Turned out to be a great spot. West Bay Marina and RV Park is on the harbour in Victoria. The marina part is home to about 25 houseboats and more fancy sailing and motorized vessels. The little ferries that ply the harbour come in, so we are able to get right downtown on them. Fun and very handy.

The RV part of this park is crowded and kind of funnily laid out but the view makes up for it. Victoria Harbour is the only marine airport in Canada, designated as such because so many seaplanes land and take off here. Makes for a very interesting harbour watching. Kayaks, fancy yachts, power boats, a fishing fleet, tug boats, little 12 passenger ferries, big auto ferries, cruise ships and naval vessels all share the same waterway.

Funnily enough wildlife is also present. We have a mom seal who nurses her pup on the log boom marking the entrance to this marina, and a few minutes ago a hawk dives almost into our campsite after another bird.

We didn’t get a spot on the water, but its just a short walk to be able to go harbour gazing. The most amazing sight is the huge cruise ships that tie up just across the water. At night it is stunning to see them all lit up. Last night there were three huge ships in a row. I find myself making late night forays to the bathroom just so I can savour the water, and the lights. Last night was a full moon as well. I feel like the big fellow upstairs is smiling on us!

Its been busy here. We spent some time with our friends Marg and Dick. True kindred spirits who we met on our train journey in 2008. Also got to visit Jack’s nephew, Chris and family. That involved meeting the new baby girl in the family so was delightful.

We rented a car and did the ‘must-do’ things for Carol and Russ - toured Marine Drive and the city, took a day trip to Duncan and Chemainus which we followed with dinner at the Waddling Dog Pub with Bob and Linda Marshall, and an evening at Buschart Gardens, then another day trip to Fort Rodd (historic sight with another re-enactment on the go), Colwood and Sooke. We also took the little ferry downtown and strolled the touristy shops, Empress Hotel and enjoyed the buskers and crafts people on the waterfront.

Jack and I love this area. Its less busy than Vancouver, more laid back and most ‘British’ if that is the right way to describe it. Every time we come here we ask ourselves why we live anywhere else. We have enough good friends to feel welcome and at home. Love the vegetation and the rough, rocky nature of the landscape; not to mention the closeness of the ocean and the climate.

Anyhow, had better get at it. This evening is pack-up and ready for a driving day time. We head down to the ferry terminal at 7:30 am to catch the Co-Ho from downtown Victoria to Port Angeles, Washington. Then we drive down to Long Beach Washington where we meet John for two nights camping “one sand dune from the Pacific Ocean.”

On that happy note, I shall say goodbye for now with a reminder that our cell phones won’t work in the US without costing us a fortune so please only use our cell numbers if its really important. I hope to get onto email every couple of days.

Julie - Remember if you want to get in touch email us at julie@seacroftpei.com

Last days in Vancouver

Julie Watson — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 01:56:00 GMT

So, today is our last day in Vancouver and we are already sad to be leaving. The last few days have been jam-packed.

The four of us went to Whistler one day. Its one of those places one wants to see, but once you have there is no need to go back. Its one huge shopping mall with grand (expensive) hotels and eateries as the main attractions. At this time of year there is no skiing of course, but they use the hills for mountain biking, hiking and sightseeing. Many of the chairlifts are still going but we didn’t go up. It was 37 C the day we went there so we left a lot of sweat and a little cash. The road up is vastly improved - not quite as hair-raising - but still very scenic. We took a picnic.

Another great day involved heading out of town to Langley and Abbotsford. We went to Fort Langley - a historic site - a lucked in to a re-enactment weekend. There were lots of costumed folk cooking outdoors, shooting flintlock muskets, making things and generally making the walk around the fort great fun. Had lunch in the village. Fort Langley has preserved much of the good stuff of days gone by and is now full of interesting shops and restaurants. Lovely after the big city hustle and bustle. Looked at some more motorhomes and were once again wowed by the variety and prices here compared to home. Then we rounded out the day by going to the Abbotsford Agri-Fair, Exhibition and Rodeo. Highlights were the Rodeo and a lumberjack show. Ohh, and the pulled pork on a bun. Yummy.

It was a lovely spot, especially sitting in the bleachers for the rodeo. A backdrop of snow capped mountains and a rising moon were much appreciated. Tendrils of grey smoke drifting across the sky were stark reminders of the numerous forest fires that are still raging here. Heard on the news that there are 700 fires burning today in BC. It is so sad to think of the lovely green forests being burned

On Sunday we drove through the West End early enough to beat the Gay Pride Parade which was 2 ½ hours long this year, and to get a parking space relatively close to the False Creek Ferry, fondly known as “bobber boats” which take up to 12 across to Granville Island Market. Jack felt quite smug about beating the crowds. By the time we shopped, strolled and ate lunch the parade was over and we made it back through to Lion’s Gate Bridge. Put the grub away and scooted up the mountain to visit Capilano Suspension Bridge.

This was the scene of a great failure for me. I was determined to cross the bridge but just couldn’t do it. When there are just a few people on it, it sways both sideways and up and down. This day it was packed. Solid people, one lane going over, one coming back. So no stopping. What fun is there in that?

Anyway I got out about 15 feet and could feel my knee starting to grind. Rather painful experience. I knew if I kept going I would be hobbling about for days to come so I had to turn around. Jack and C&R kept going to walk the trails & walkways between suspended tree houses and such. I was very disappointed and a little embarrassed. Word quickly spread that I had hurt my knee and next thing I knew the staff wanted to call paramedics and stuff. I convinced them I was fine, but had to spend the time sitting sipping frozen lemonade with my leg up and an ice pack on it. On the way home we visited the base of Grouse Mountain and the Capilano Reservoir where I did gimp on some of the trails. Couldn't bear to sit in the car like Russ and let the other two enjoy the fantastic view without me

Yesterday we, and a couple of hundred thousand other people, went to Stanley Park for a horse pulled wagon ride around the park and a visit to the aquarium. Met the kids afterwards at Vera’s Burger Shack for supper. This long weekend is apparently one of the busiest in Vancouver. I believe it!

Returned the rental car this am and are packing up to head to Victoria tomorrow. Temperatures are a little better now so hope that continues. We have booked into a campgrounds on Victria’s inner harbour for our next stop.

More next time

Julie - Remember if you want to get in touch email us at julie@seacroftpei.com

VANCOUVER ONE OF OUR FAVOURITE PLACES

Julie Watson — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 21:58:00 GMT

For Jack and I returning to this part of Vancouver evokes feelings of having come home. We are camped at Capilano RV Park, actually on reserve land and operated by native peoples. The campground is beside the approaches to the Lions Gate Bridge in North Vancouver sort of sandwiched between a river and the bridge. Huge trees, the lacy west coast cedar in particular give one the feeling of being in the country, even though surrounded by busy highways and Rvs. In fact the park is tightly packed as are all innercity RV parks, but that is only to be expected. Fortunately we have an almost private area between the two RV’s which is backed by a cedar hedge which provides shade in the evening.

It’s a short walk across a bridge over the river to an absolutely huge mall with two grocery stores, all banks, shops of every kind and a dozen or more places to eat. Crossing the river is one of our entertainments because the resident Indian population has the right to fish the river for salmon. They do it in the traditional way, by building channels with river rock, guiding the fish into pools where they can net them, Fascinating to see. It’s a tidal river, so the building and managing of the channels changes every time we see it.

This park is located near the narrows, the waterway that cargo ships must take to enter the harbour. On the other side of this water way is Stanley Park. It’s a very picturesque setting. A public park, called Ambleside takes up the shoreline to the west providing us the walking trails, a fishing wharf, par 3 golf, and beaches. The drive from here to John and Chrissy’s can take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour depending on traffic on the bridge. So we pick our times. Of course traffic can be awful in this city so one just has to accept it. As Jack says, you claim your space and proceed with caution.

We’ve been busy since we arrived in Vancouver. We took a taxi to Lonsdale Quay, then the seabus over to gas town, and explored the area around the Pan Pacific Hotel, etc. Stocked up at Lonsdale Market before heading home. Ate at the original Spaghetti Factory - a fun experience.

Went out to Langley to get our fridge fixed, and spent the day looking at motor homes. Indulged in one of Jack’s favourite entertainments - getting salesmen all excited. It was a fun day.

Spent a day at Granville Island. Met John, Chrissy and Lisa (their friend) for lunch, shopped for fairies at one of my favourite stores, and of course enjoyed the market. I think Carol and Russ enjoyed the huge variety of vendors even though they found it very busy.

We spent another day in Richmond, Stephensville, and Ladner. Toured the Georgia Strait Canning Factory - a National Historic Site, had fish (salmon for Jack and I, Halibut for Carol and cod for Russ) and chips at Fisherman’s Wharf, strolled the village, found Jack’s favourite Romanian Bread shop, and my favourite English Shop. There we purchased 9 pots of Bovril to take home. Would have loved to get more, but have to watch the $$$$$. We followed up by going to a wildlife sanctuary near Ladner. This is a wonderful place where ducks, geese, heron, and all sorts of song birds, swallows and such hang out.

To get to the Sanctuary you drive through market garden/farm land which is rich in berry production. You can actually smell the raspberries and blue berries as you pass the fields. It is intensely beautiful with the mountains and the city off in the distance creating a backdrop to the fields of crops, grain, fruits and vegetables. We were delighted to find blackberries perfect for picking alongside some of the roads. I’m in heaven. Raspberries from a farm gate operation were $2.99 a pound and so delicious I ate all of them by nightfall.

We’ve spent time in Stanley Park, visiting John’s studio, and of course shopping. Anyway, this is just the beginning of our time in Vancouver, so more next time.

On that happy note, More next time

Julie - Remember if you want to get in touch email us at julie@seacroftpei.com

VANCOUVER AND FOREST FIRES

Julie Watson — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 02:52:00 GMT

Ok, so as soon as we got settled here we found out what a near miss we had in Kelona. Just hours after we left they were evacuating the area we passed through because of raging forest fires. So glad we didn’t get caught in all that heat and smoke. The temperatures in the Okanagan Valley are still in the high thirties, and the fires still burning. Sad situation for all.

This just a quick note to let you all know that we are OK, not in the forest fires, and we haven’t melted into little puddles yet. Although its close. Its in the mid thirties in Vancouver. Thankfully we are close to the water and it really cools down at night. They have extreme danger warnings about fires even in the city. Smoking is not allowed outside in parks and such. What a summer!

More from Vancouver later. I’m writing this beside the pool and simply must go jump in and cool off

Julie