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We left Penticton mid-morning on Wednesday. It was a short night’s sleep because Rob sat up trying to sort through his mom’s finances which inevitably led to discussions of wills and end of life directives. All the cheery stuff that so many people simply avoid until push comes to shove.

 

View from Rob's mother's condo

View from Rob's mother's condo

We encountered a bit of snow on the high mountain road but it wasn’t worrisome. Even with stops (Merritt for lunch which has been added to the list of possible places to relocate), Kamloops and a quick stop in a very small town near Mt. Robson, we still made it to the hotel in time for BabyD’s bedtime of 7:30.

 

Mt. Robson

Mt. Robson

 

 

It was, however, a mountain hotel, and if you have been paying attention you know what that means. Rude, drunk twenty-somethings. Same chorus just a different verse but the upside is that when I called the manager to complain at 5:30 in the morning, she’d had enough and evicted them. Score one for the home team!

Breakfast early at our favorite cafe in Jasper, The Soft Rock. If you are ever there, it is a must but speaking French will ensure your order is correct the first time (don’t worry though, they will simply make you another for free if they screw up).

 

The Soft Rock Cafe

The Soft Rock Cafe

 

 

Main drag in Jasper, AB

Main drag in Jasper, AB


I pluck my chin hairs. It started out innocently enough. One tiny whisker that only I could see apparently, but over the past several years it has mushroomed to a dozen, freak show long or as bristly as my husband’s vacation stubble.

Recently, the overgrowth has migrated to my nostrils.

“What are you looking at? And why do you have those tweezers?” I asked my husband last night as he came at me like I was a game of Operation.

“That nose hair is back again.” Read Full Article


“What does it mean to stand on guard for thee?” Kat, my six year old, asked me recently.

The teachers at her school had been relentlessly preparing the kids for a spirit day assembly – which I missed – twice.

“Don’t you remember anything anymore, Mom?” was the stinging rebuke I took for that.

But getting back to Canada, the schools here do an excellent job of laying the Canadian pride groundwork at the elementary level, I am guessing the superiority complex and intense disdain for Americans will come during the upper grade levels. Read Full Article