Willow; This is sounding like a trip down memory lane
I re call those roads as we traveled Edmonton to Kamloops/Merritt while at U of
A and the old road from Merritt to Hope before the highway was constructed.
When I worked during the summers for a consulting firm that set up logging
areas for the sawmills in BC, I surveyed and laid out logging roads that are
now part of the BC highway system. It was quite interesting to drive them a few
years back when I would visit with my parents who were in a nursing home back
in Merritt after a number of years on Vancouver Island (Comox).
Memories of treacherous roads.
Don
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Subject: Coming Home
The next segment of my journey to Red Deer will take me over BC’s border with
Alberta. My visa and passport are in order so there should be no problem at
the crossing. Having removed all lefty bumper stickers from the car, there is
really no sign of my political point of view.
Sort of like crossing at Checkpoint Charlie back in Cold War days...
The first day of travels started from the home of two of my choir mates in
Maple Ridge who gave me a wonderful farewell. BTW I sang alto and actually hit
and held high f during a concert at Christ Church Cathedral, one fabulous
moment. From there, the long trek to Revelstoke. Not much traffic at all.
The trip from Golden to Radium reminded me of how truly magnificent this part
of the world is as the valley broadened out. Back in the day, that trip was
over the Big Bend highway, all gravel and a short ferry trip. The cabins and
hotels that used to circle the hot springs are gone, replaced with forest. A
bit sad. I recall discovering Stanley Black’s Orchestra with Slaughter on
Tenth Avenue on the juke box In one of those hotels and playing it over and
over again.
Changing the itinerary, I shall only remain here for three days. Banff and
Calgary lie ahead. When I lived in Calgary, I biked to Banff on a Saturday,
camped overnight on Tunnel Mountain, and returned on Sunday. I used a
recumbent for the long distance trips.
Now, forgive me for these posts of my present travels. Being solo in motel
rooms gives me lots of times to remember the past. You are not obliged to read
them.
My very first girl friend, long married, awaits in Calgary. Over fifty years
ago we dated. She adopted my little Daisy Dog and I am looking forward to
seeing both of them again. Fifty years!?
Willow
