Rocky Mountain High and Plains Drifters
Some of you may have thought we are still in
The second part of our Canadian adventure was in
We must note that at the time of our visit
Here is Mrs.T's travelogue with some pictures interspersed:
When we checked in to get on the train the guy wanted to check all of our bags. Well I was not having any of that!
"I need my small bag because it has my pills!" I stated firmly.
"Well we can check your large bag," the attendant suggested.
"I cannot wear the same clothes for three days, I will be stinky "(!), I complained.
'I will give you this little bag and you can unpack a few clothes into it," the attendant suggested. Obviously he had dealt with this problem before.
I viewed it suspiciously. It was a nice little cloth bag with a zipper and two pockets, not too roomy but large enough. I consented.
Now Dan was jealous because he did not get a bag since he had cooperatively relinquished his bag without complaint. Oh well, tough to be him.
We had a nice little compartment for the two of us with a teeny, tiny, toilet which flushed with alarming force. There were two nice chairs where you could sit and look out the window. At night our car steward, Joe, came around and somehow the chairs disappeared and two bunk beds folded out.
The train had an observation car. It had two levels; the downstairs was for playing games etc, and the upstairs had glass windows and ceiling so you had great views of everything. It was getting late and there wasn't a whole lot to see so we went to supper. It was excellent. How they cooked for everyone in that little kitchen I will never know.
When we got back the beds were made. I volunteered to take the top one. It has been a long time since I went to Girl Scout Camp. I carefully climbed the little ladder. One more step and I would be high enough to crawl onto the bed. BONG I bumped my head on the roof. When I had recovered a bit I did a swan dive over the top step of the ladder and landed with a belly flop on the bed. WOOF! "Victory," I thought. Of course it was almost worthwhile when I discovered a little chocolate on my pillow. I awoke in the middle of the night. Was it worth it to climb down the little ladder and brave the scary toilet or could I wait 'til morning? Well when you gotta go, you gotta go.
The next day after breakfast we went to the observation car. We were approaching the
As impressed as I was by the
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After we had lunch the stewardess announced the next few stops. OOPS!! She did not mention Rivers where we planned to disembark.
"Oh yes, we know you are getting off at Rivers," she assured me with a smile.
If this was not a stop did they plan to slow down and shove us out the door, I mused.
"Your cabin steward will help you," she said.
"Your checked luggage will get off first," Joe explained. I had a mental image of our bags rolling themselves down a ramp. It seems the train was too long and the station was too small (about the size of our storage shed) for it to stop once. It would first stop to let our bags off and a lady in a forward car. Then the train would creep forward a few hundred yards and Joe would help us off. It went off like clockwork, but still I was greatly relieved to find we had our right luggage and that Barrie and Helen were waiting to pick us up. (The train was a bit late.) (We were required to yield to freight trains –dt)
This spring there was a lot of heavy flooding in central
The next day we toured the area and stopped at a little town called Boissevain. All over this town there were different murals. The murals were painted by local people in all different styles. I loved it. The town mascot was 'Tommy the Turtle'. ( http://www.boissevain.ca/visitors/turtlestatue.htm ) This was because the town was near the
Next we went to the
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We visited
That night Helen made us a lovely supper and the highlight was Saskatoon Pie. These are little sweet red berries. I had never encountered them before but they are quite good! (Second that! –dt)
After Rivers Barrie and Helen kindly drove us to visit and stay with Dwain and Marlene in
Then we went to
The sculpture garden was my favorite part. Generally I am not fond of sculptures of people because they look like children posed for a school picture. But these were different- there is emotion and passion on these faces that gave you thought of what the real people must have been. As Shelley said,
"Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;…"
(from Ozymandias)
Of course I loved the animal sculptures. You would enter a little copse of trees and come upon two bear cubs tumbling playfully. On down the path, you freeze so as not to frighten a group of deer browsing quietly. And then you realize that they are not alive, at least not exactly. All these sculptures are by Leo Mol. He was a Winnnipegian who emigrated from the
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We next went to see Ron and Diane on the other side of
When I think 'cabin' I think of a little hut of logs with an outhouse. The cabins we visited are as nice as our home in
Then came the party. It was perfect. The weather was perfect. Cool but not raining. The food was great: grilled burgers, all the appropriate sides, a few new things that were interesting, and of course chocolate. The sun was lowering over the lake. I am still surprised at how late it is light in
http://www.flickr.com/photos/9151458@N07/sets/72157627237727817/ (Hope I have at least one picture of everyone (thanks to those of you who sent them); too bad we did not do a group photo. Guess we will just need to visit again. –dt)
Sigh!! Our trip to
Thanks again to everyone up north. We had a fabulous time. See many of you this season down south.
Dan and Rebecca
