Adventures at the Lake

Mom & Dad took the kidlets & I out to Peckhams yesterday afternoon. Which largely consisted of Mom & Dad sitting in the shade, watching me in the water with the munchkins for most of the time. And then Mom thinking she could best me in a water fight. Ha! I laugh (and blow water through a beach noodle!) in her general direction!

A brief illustrated summary of the expedition...

Before:

During:

After:

And boy, did I need that cold beer when I got home!

O, those wacky Terrible Lizards of Doom! (the series finale)

Whew! By mid-afternoon on Saturday, we were all a bit tired. After the museum, we went through Reptile World...mixed feelings about that one: lots of rescued snakes and lizards, and there seemed to be a conservation/education component to the whole thing. But. Animals in captivity, and rather dingy accomodations at that. Errrmmm. Yeah. As cool as the coral snakes and copperheads were (didn't get to hold the python - poop!), I could have done without and not felt that I was missing much.

Anyhoo. Some lunch to re-fortify ourselves, and we went off to do the one thing left on my wish list: Visit the World's Largest Dinosaur. Mom & I climbed 86 feet to the mouth. Cheezy, but fun. Mom, goofing off in the Jaws of Death:

You can't really see it well, but the same picture, from Dad's perspective below:

(There was also a pic of Dad taking our photo, but it was really, really bad.) I love the footprints in the water park below:

And the sock gets adventurous with Dino:

Last, but not least, a trip across the street to a gift shop for postcards and ice cream. And a little yarny close-up with the neighbourhood Allosaurus...Dinosaurs like knitting, too:

Maybe a little too much? Nom nom nom!

And that was that! Back to the campsite for a relaxing evening of knitting around the fire, playing dice, watching the moon come out...oh, yeah, and a bug bite on my eyelid that made me look like Quasimodo without the hunchback. Very attractive. So sexy that the nice man about to lock up the pharmacy at the grocey store let me in for antihistimines.

It were a long, hot drive home, but well worth it. Fun to go somewhere different, see something new - have some unscheduled R&R with the parents, away from the phone and computer and telephone and the busy-ness of daily life. So good, in fact, that we talked about doing an annual summer camping trip in lieu of Christmas...but more on that another time. My fingies are tired from all this typing, and I need a(nother) beer after 2 hours with the kidlets at the lake...much, much fun, and I got me a wicked sunburn.

My Jurassic Journey, Part 2

Saturday, after breakfast (why does coffee taste SO GOOD when you're camping? Or maybe it was just the very long train that blew its whistle every 30 seconds for what seemed like an hour in the middle of the night...) we put on our walking shoes and headed for the dinosaur museum. I was anticipating ravening hoardes of devil children, but it was actually not too bad.

(*Rant* It's actually not the kids I mind, it's the parents. Most of the families there were awesome and the kids very well-behaved. But there were a couple of parents I could easily have fed to the nearest Albertosaurus! *End Rant*)

Walking into the exhibits, we were greeted by a happy dinosaur family:

Then, into the room with the T.Rex and other predatory dinos...some serious teeth on those beasties! There was a display of several different teeth with some rather intense serrated edges. Very cool. The parents insisted that I get a sock picture with the T.Rex:
Nom nom nom! Unfortunately, he took the bait, and a bit of adventure ensued:

OMG, he's coming right for us!

Raaawwwwrrrr!


(Question: Is Dad trying to stave off the monster, or beat me over the head?)

(Yes, we did get some funny looks. Your point?)

Moving more sedately through the rest of the museum, we encountered all kinds of interesting beasties. The original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle:

Tricerotops:

A stunning ammonite fossil:

(Wouldn't that make a great colourway for some sock yarn?)

Dino-burgers for dinner...this guy liked them really rare:

And Jar-Jar Binks:

It wasn't a huge museum, we walked through in under 2 hours. But totally worth the trip. And we finished just as a science camp or something, with several dozen kids, came into the building. Great timing! Before we left, Mom & I walked up to the viewpoint above the museum, where we looked through the binoculars at Dad looking at us (there was a lot of that going on all weekend)

I am in love with the badlands.


What blew my mind was that we weren't looking at hills, we were looking up at the prairie from inside it, from the bottom of an ancient sea bed. I could imagine walking into the water from above, what all the slopes and drop-offs would have been like from the water. It was quite a trip, even without any recreational pharmaceuticals!

More adventure ensued, but will have to wait a bit. We're off to take the niblings to the lake...which, I'm sure, will be an adventure worth its own telling!

Me oh my, what'll I do? I can't find a dinosaur to eat me up!

So...Mom & Dad took me on an adventure to find one! It was a great weekend...I 'spect I'll have to break this into two or three posts, so here goes! We left Friday morning for Drumheller, in the Alberta Badlands...my first time in that corner of the country.

The majority of the drive (about 6.5 hours from Cranbrook) was nothing new - a familiar drive through the Rockies into the foothills of Alberta. But once we passed Calgary, it was a different story. I'm a mountain girl through and through, so hitting the prairies was quite an eye-opener. It felt very exposed, all that flat land and sky! But lovely - rolling hills, the bright yellow canola fields in bloom, watching the shadows of the clouds wander across the grasslands as far as I could see. (I did try for some photos, but they just couldn't capture it)

About 15 minutes or so outside of Drumheller, though, you get the first glimpse of the Badlands at Horseshoe Canyon. It's quite the mind-bender. There's no subtle grade in or out, just this huge gash in the otherwise flat prairie. It's stunning. And steep. The sock liked it:

It was very windy, too:

I had great fun taking pictures of Dad taking pictures:



And, of course, the ubiquitous self-portrait:


Then, on to Drumheller and our campsite. There are dozens and dozens of rabbits that live in the campground, including some very sweet babies:


They pretty much just run wild around the site. And judging from their numbers, they do seem to live up to their reputation for, well, breeding like bunnies.

We got the tent set up, rigged a tarp over the picnic table (great father-daughter bonding!) and settled in for the night. We were camped right next to a dike alongside the Red Deer River, and, looking out over the fence, we got our first glimpse of the celebrated residents of Dinosaur Valley:


Raawwrr! A good omen of the day to come. Saturday was packed with fun and adventure, and the tale will have to wait a bit. But here's a teaser (just for you, Jel!):

Raaawwrrr!

Knitters Gone Wild

Yesterday morning, with a largely unscheduled day stretching ahead of me, I realized that I haven't yet really taken advantage of the fine Kootenay summer weather. One of the things I pictured myself doing a lot of was absolutely nothing, next to one lake or another. But except for the short, impromptu picnic with Mr.Q last week, I haven't been near a lake. A sad oversight which needed to be corrected! So I grabbed a camp chair and a towel, a book and some knitting, and headed back out to Peckhams.

There are numerous lakes in the area that are each great in their own particular way. But Peckhams remains my favourite - a stunning setting at the foot of the Rockies; cool, clear water - you can see down to the bottom at any point in the lake; and just enough off the beaten track that it's usually not too busy.

Sure enough, when I got to the lake, there were three other vehicles in the parking lot, and only one family visible on the water. I wandered down a path at the other end of the lake (it's a very wee lake - when the water's just a bit lower you can walk around it in about 30 minutes) and found myself a spot where I couldn't see another soul. One of the things I like about Peckhams is that it's quite wooded around the lake; paths and picnic tables are set through the undergrowth, and each picnic spot is quite private.

I set up my chair in the shade, pulled out my journal...and proceeded to doze on and off for a half-hour or so. I watched several dozen tiny orange butterflies dancing around the edge of the lake. I watched minnows on school parade near the shore. I watched the wind rippling the lake, and listened to my own private symphony of the birds and the bees. This was the view from my seat:





Then, when I started feeling truly sleepy, I rolled up my pants and went for a wade. It was just perfect. Being spring-fed, the lake is usually quite cool, even cold, well into the summer. It wasn't so icy this year - still cool, but comfortably so. Teensy fish swam around my legs (if you stand still enough for long enough, they'll come nibble on your toes) and I could see through the water almost all the way across.

Sounds idyllic, non? Well, just to prove it's not quite perfect - when I got out of the water, I found that a bird had pooped on my towel. Fortunately, I had laid it over my sandals, so they missed the hit.

Before I left, I took some pictures of my two current projects (and got some darned funny looks from the family down the lake...heheheheh). First - Tuscany: coming along nicely, though still quite a ways to go. It's a great "first" lace project, an easy pattern to memorize and "read", and I'm still enchanted with it. I didn't, however, think to get a close-up of the stitch pattern. Next time!





My portable project - a sock (of course!) from Enchanted Knoll, in the Sedona colourway. Only mine's not superwash & nylon - it's merino and silk...yum! The colours remind me of summertime out here, which is why I chose to bring it on this trip. My Kootenay Summer Sox (or, the ribbing on the first one!):





Not much time for knitting today...got to strike the tent and get ready for a weekend adventure. Mom & Dad are taking me to Drumheller, Alberta, for my first time, to see the dinosaurs. Raawwrr!

(Apparently our campsite is right across the street from the World's Largest Dinosaur - very cool!)

Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?

It's not that I've been avoiding the blog...it's just that the days are running into each other in a way that isn't always (or even often) blog-worthy, however they might be delightful to experience in person. (Also, the only real "excitement" has been new drama with my mother-in-law, and trust me, you don't want to hear about it!)

There have been some lovely moments over the last week, though...A walk with Mom through the community forest, full of good, spicy pine-forest smells - Christmas smells! And it seems I wasn't the only one who thought so:


I love walking through the forest. It's not majestic and awe-inspiring like the cedars back on the coast - rather, it's scruffy, scraggly, untidy...and it smells wonderful at the end of a hot day. (Not to many skeeters, either, thankfully!)

I've spent some lovely hours with good friends, puttering, watching kids smush cake into their ears or pick sprinkles off donuts one at a time, sitting on decks chattering or in comfortable silence...A highlight was a particularly tasty (and elegantly simple) lunch with Anie - juicy tomatoes on sourdough toast, with a white wine spritzer to wash it down. Doesn't it just look like summer to you?


Yesterday I had a couple of hours to myself in the afternoon. I had a successful expedition to the thrift store - new jeans & a pair of capris for a grand total of $6! I celebrated by going to Elizabeth Lake to see how the geese were growing. The fuzzy wee fluff-balls from May:


Have grown into sassy, over-confident adolescents...with Mama still on guard, of course!


It was a little unnerving to have all of them come at me hissing, wings raised, when I got too close!

I've been "camping out" in the back yard...built a cozy nest for myself in the tent, where I read late into the night with my flashlight...feels like I'm in Girl Guides again. Such delicious sleeps! This morning I was woken up by a hummingbird doing a fly-by around the tent. It's going to be weird sleeping in a bed in a room in a house when I go home! Maybe I can set up the tent in the Magic Room or something...

Postcard from the edge...

Not much to report, really...Summer in the Kootenays is hot and languid, punctuated by the occasional spectacular thunderstorm that makes one think of Odin hosting a wild drum circle in Valhalla (and if they didn't have drums in Norse mythological times, please don't disillusion me!)...lots of mellow time with family and friends, but at that slow pace that's a rare treat. Long, lazy dusks, camping out in the backyard (and that damned woodpecker at 6:00 am!)

Some pics from the last few days, including ones that I didn't get around to posting with the last entry....

The Tickle Camel in full force (I think he still has the rug burns on his knees):


When that got to be too much, he switched gears - one kidlet on his shoulder and 2 or 3 holding onto his legs to be dragged across the floor (not sure of the status of their rug burns):


Meanwhile, Shiloh was serenading them with a song on her "upright bass" - one of Mr.Q's old guitars which he passed on to the niblings. It was quite an involved song, about how somebody was going to get hurt, but it was OK because they all had hands:


A lovely moment with Selah, all the more adorable coz last summer, she wouldn't go near Mr.Q:


In the morning, they wanted to play "that game" from the night before. "The Tickle Camel is too tired and sore," they were told. "Not that game! The one where you get a time out and have to go to bed without any supper!" Played with far too much enthusiasm, if you ask me!


Yesterday Mr.Q had to fly back to the coast. I get to stay a couple more weeks (O bliss!) We played hooky for the afternoon, took some sandwiches out to our favourite spot, Peckham's Lake (without the snow!) and baked in the sun for an hour. Home for dinner - Mom made T-bone steaks and banoffee pie (I get to eat the last piece tonight! Hooray!) Then I took him out to the airport, where we went around the corner for a bit of a snog and got busted by one of the Air Canada ticket agents...oops! (Well, OK, not really busted, but he sure did give us a funny look!)

Self-portrait, with freckles:


And he was off! A bit of a scare when Brigid kitty didn't come in last night or this morning, but she was there when he got home from work. The van's home, too, for a little less than we'd feared. Whew!

Now that I'm solo for a couple of weeks, I'm going to go cozy up with the new love in my life - the air conditioner. Or maybe stick my head in the freezer, at least till Mom comes along and smacks me for it. (Love you, Ma! Just checking for chocolate chips!)