But still heavily jet-lagged. A couple of photos from my hometown are about all I can muster right now.
Now taking bets as to when this old shed finally gives in:
And one from around Kamloops, where my mother went to school during the war:
Ahhh, welcome home and thanks for the great pictures. I’m sure you have a whole lot of vacation stories up your sleeve.
So glad to hear you all made it home safely. I can just imagine how exhausted everyone is! It was wonderful to visit again after so many years….we hope we get to do it again some day. Next time though we promise not to put you through such a vigorous “screening” process!!!! LOL! We’ll make sure we have “real” wine glasses too!
The little red haired girl & your better half were real charmers…loved them both. Until we meet again…I will be practicing up on my thumb wrestling….gonna beat that little chitlin’ at it one day!!!🙂
Looking forward to seeing more pictures & reading about the rest of your trip. The Sunpeaks shot is a beauty!
Hasta la vista!!!!
Lovely, all! The shed one, in particular deserves to be entered in a show or contest. I remember Kamloops! I was there once.
May I just say… Wow!
love the shed
The top photo you will recognise as a variation of the blog banner, shot two years ago from the same spot. It’s a hike to get to, but very much worth it. We used to go up there as kids all the time.
The shed… a whole bunch of stories all tied into that place.
Truly awesome pictures. I can almost feel your connection to the area.
Welcome back… :o)
Looks like Norway, except for the shed! Hope you get over the jet lag soon (I am crap with time travel too!)
I must say that you are a good photographer. I like the middle picture
What’s going on here? Your home town is a lake?? It’s very lovely though. Welcome back!
Actually, picking up on what Beaverboosh said, it’s on a fjord, the southernmost fjord on the west coast of North America. So no wonder it looks a lot like Norway.
The shed strikes a cord, doesn’t it?
There was once a dock on top of all of those pilings. At the far end was a set of ramps built out of mine timbers. I drove my ’64 Pontiac up them one night to change the oil. No biggie. No stops, either. If you overshot you’d be in the chuck. In later years the shed was home to the Vindicators car club. Vindicators ‘cuz they had a reputation for roaring up and down the highway, so they formed this cool club, with cool jackets and all, and got the company to let ’em use the shed. I never joined, though. Hung around a lot. They were good guys in general, especially since when I was with the bunch of them I could get into the bar. Once sat on the edge of that dock and chugged a hot beer (Heidleberg to be precise) on a bet. It had been sitting in the sun all day. When I hurled, I’m dead certain I hit Woodfibre
In earlier years, it was the freight shed — no road or railway in those days. I can remember picking up our bunk beds and my Dad hauling up the hill on top of an Austin A40
When the shed finally goes, I bet I’m gonna cry. But in a manly, Vindicators kind of way.
I think that the Hood Canal and Puget Sound both could arguably be called fjords, but I wouldn’t argue that🙂
Wow! How did you drag yourself away from that breath-taking beauty. And the little red-haired girl will soon need a new moniker, nearly as tall as you now!
Jeannine, she’s growing as if time-lapse photography were rolling. I picked her up after she was away for a week in the country and I swear she’d grown a half-inch.
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