Friday, July 22, 2011

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My dearest friends....

The next day was the gift opening. While we all were waiting for it to start, the youngest two grand-daughters found a mud puddle. Well. Really. With all that water, it was just to much of a temptation for them. they got bathed in the janitor room of the hall. Must say that is a first for me and them! 

Cassierae rinsed and washed their clothes in a tub, and dried their clothes on the cement.

Cassierae had asked for a griddle, and that is what we got for them. 

We arrived home that evening about seven in the evening. We put about 3300 kms on in the eight days that we were gone. I came home to foot tall grass, and the weeds had moved into the garden and took over. The nieghbours told us that we had about seven inches of rain during the time we were gone. I am still playing catch up. And it has rained almost everyday since.

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Postcards from....part four

My dearest friends....

The Wedding Day

getting the dress one...

Madeline forever the cowgirl!

the bouquet...

Frank receiving his gift....doesn't he look handsome in a tux?

took a bit for Cassierae to get out of the car....her emotions were running high....

Mike, waiting for his bride....

the grand-kids...

Cassierae being walked down the isle with her son Ben and her dad...

Mr and Mrs Michael only took Cassierae three years to get Mike to the alter!!!

This all for now. promise to send another one postcard. Hugs and kisses.

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postcards from....part three

My dearest friends....

The evening of June 24th we spent decorating the hall. 

while some of us were working....

others were visiting and goofin off....

all the decorations for the wedding, Cassierae made herself. She called it DYI wedding....

step mother-in-law, Doris made all the salads....

the bride to be...

even made her own cake!

she painted the groom the same colours that Mike wears for work....

I shall send another postcard  soon...hugs and kisses!

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Postcards from....part two

My Dearest friend:

After having the Oosta Lake campgrounds to ourselves-which by the way is always a good thing! Peace and quiet! It's like I never left home! We were on the road again. We had to cross the Francois Lake again. This time the lake was pristine! Not nary a ripple except for what the ferry created. However, I still didn't got out of the truck!

We headed back east towards the city of Prince George. There we hung a right and headed south. Our destination was the historical town of Barkerville.

The  government in 1950s had the foresight to recognise the significance of this town and it is was declared a historical site in 1958 for British Columbia's Continental.  Barkerville was, and for that matter still, is a gold town. Most of the buildings here are over a hundred years old. A few are replicas, but for the most part, are the originals. The town is exactly the same as it was in the 1860s.

A visitor can look 'back' inside each of these buildings. The time frame covered is from 1860's through to 1880s. 

The smitty's name is Mike. We had a good visit with him a few years ago. And he still remembered us when we visited this time. It helps that what we talked about the first time was Jerseys. When I asked him if he and his wife purchased one yet, made the memory light bulb go off. FYI they still hadn't.

The good folks that work here are dressed in period costume. Most 'stay' in character all day! 

Others also re-enact important issues that pertained to the people that once lived here.

the drugstore---it took me a few seconds to realise this is a mannequin and not a period actor.

A couple of years ago, when we first  visited Barkerville, we fell in love with the place! Young Frank was asked he if wanted a job working in one of the mines. The gentleman told Frank that he could have all the potatoes he could eat as part of his wage. Young Frank was so shy, that he really couldn't 'play' along. But the 'residents' try to draw you into their world. It is a wonderful place to visit. I found a short clip describing the humble beginnings of Barkerville here.

We camped at one of the campgrounds outside of Barkerville. We were fortunate enough to snag the same campsite we had a few years back.

We headed south on highway 97 and than hung a left at 100 Mile House, cut across country to Little Fort. There we had an important 'package' to pick up. We met up with the ex son-in-sin, to get our oldest grand-daughter Austin. Jeff drove up from Kelowna to save us a lot of time. The date is now June 23, and the wedding is on June 25th. The dress rehearsal and hall decorating on the 24th. And we were still many hours away from Grande Prairie.

We spent the night in BC's provincial park of Mt. Robson. This is the first time we camped near the biffies and the playground. But since we had a little one with one with us, we thought it would be a lot easier. It rained that night---remember Frank standing on the camper?

Yeah-- needless to say, my side was wet!!!!!

We left the next morning and made our way to Grande Prairie. We headed east on Highway 16. When the  sign to Alberta welcomed us, it was a bittersweet feeling.

 Don't get me wrong. I am a Alberta girl to the core, but there is something to be said about the fauna in BC. I miss seeing the ditches full of mountain ash, and the cedars inter mingled with the spruce and deciduous trees. Don't have that here!! The growing zone was more to my liking also. Anything beats a zone 1b!!!

We got to Cassierae's and Mike's about five in the afternoon.We found only Mike and Ben at home. Everybody else was already at the hall. (Okay, to be honest here. We would have been in Grande Prairie a lot sooner, but we drove to Hinton. We still hadn't bought the kids a wedding gift, so went to the Canadian Tire there. Than we grabbed a few groceries at the local Safeway, and of course we had to do a beer run!)

It rained all weekend!! Off and on. Remember the phone call? Yes I realise I had mentioned it earlier! Late nights, early mornings, and a wet bed. Made me miss my bed at home all the more.  

Again this postcard is long. I will write soon. Hugs and kisses. be continued.....

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Postcards from......

My Dearest friend:

How are you all doing? I am doing fine. It has been a busy past four weeks. I know four weeks!!! Where on Earth has the time gone?!

There have been a few changes here on the farm. Like what you ask?  I finally nagged the husband enough,- which by the way I hate doing, but if it gets results!!--that he added a window to the henhouse.

Now the girls aren't a 100% in the dark all the time.

On June 18th, we got ready for eight days away from home. I know. I don't know how I handled it!! I can't stand being away from home for a day.  I barely survived!!  We headed to Grande Prairie for Cassierae's bachelorette party.

The next morning we headed out to beautiful British Columbia!!!

I really enjoy stopping at Bijou Falls. The Bijoux Falls are located on Highway 97 north of McLeod Lake.  I guess Bijoux means jewel in French. 

This area is the home of the Stellar Jay. Which I didn't get any photos of this time around. But I found this picture on the net.

We headed west on Highway 97 until we got to the town of Burns Lake, BC. Another pretty town. 

Downtown Burns Lake. The streets aren't exactly straight. There are two different stories that we heard why the streets aren't straight. One was the surveyor was never sober when he did his job. The other was, that cows would never move out of his way, so he just surveyed their trail.

From Burns Lake we head South on Highway 35 to Francois Lake. Which by the way, is the geographical centre of BC!! And happens to be the second longest natural lake in the province. But Francois Lake was not our destination. Oosta Lake was. We could have driven all the way around the lake, but the husband insisted that we cross on the ferry. Which he has done in the past and he wanted to share that experience with me. Did I mention the water was a little rough? Did I also mention that I get sick on rough water? Yeah the husband didn't give a shit either. 

It takes approximately twenty minutes to cross the lake to get to the Southbank. I did not get out of the truck! I did not stare very long at the scenery. But I managed to hang onto my stomach contents long enough to snap a few photos.

However, the boys were more adventurous than I was. Plus their stomachs stayed put!!

This is looking East.
This is looking East. The Stelako River drains from the lake on the East end.

The view to the West. 
The Nadina River empties into Francois Lake in the West end. I did enjoy the views from the safety and comfort of the truck cab!

Once we docked and unloaded on the Southbank side, we made our way to Grassyplains. We had lunch at the little country store/restaurant. The food was very good, and price was very cheap!! The ladies there were very neighbourly!!

But our destination beckon to us. We were on the road again. Heading further south to Oosta Lake. Oosta Lake is a man made lake. They, being the government of the day, in 1952 decided to flood the area, which combines a few smaller lakes. The water is used to supply water to an aluminum smelter at Kitimat. Lots of controversy around this flooding. But it makes for a beautiful place to view.

Oosta Lake in the morning. Isn't it gorgeous?

Nechako Reservoir. The roar off of the water was loud. We were howler-ling at each other just to be heard.

We couldn't get any reception standing on the ground. Frank hand to climb on top of the camper so he could get cell service. With him standing on the roof of this ole camper, led it to leak when it rained!

Boys will be boys. Had try to out do each other skipping rocks on the lake.

I insist, just because we are camping, doesn't mean we have to smell like we are!!

Well that is all for now. This postcard home is a little long. I shall send another one soon. 
Hugs and kisses!!!

to be continued......

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