While I was waiting for him, I took this picture of a lovely road sign that a concerned neighbour had crafted:
I guess not everyone knows that you can't poop on the other side of a barbed wire fence that is two feet from a rest area off the side of the highway. Sometimes knowledge is hard to come by.
Then we arrived at Ten Mile Lake and settled in for the week.
The girl child asked, "I wonder what Jesse (the dog) thinks of squirrels," so I replied, as any parent would, "He doesn't know what a squirrel is. To him they're microdogs from the Microdog Planet." We had fun with microdogs all week.
Hubby caught a fish almost as big as his head, when you include the beard. It was his first trout since the Evil Derby of 1983 when he was robbed of the Biggest Fish award (a new rod and reel) by ... AN ADULT!
We went to Barkerville and found this sign on the way. I didn't realize that we had Mexicans in Canada during the gold rush, but they really did come from all over. I didn't see any Mexican gravestones in the Barkerville cemetery, though - mostly Scottish, Irish, English and some more southerly parts of Europe. A few Americans too.
One of the free shows in Barkerville was over at the water wheel and this guy was HIGH-LARIOUS:
That's some crappy picture-taking - he was up high, having just scaled the side of the water wheel's structure. You don't get a sense of that at all. Anyway, he was cool.
We went to Pinnacles Park and saw the hoodoos. It was really impressive, and what an amazing view!
He only has three teeth on the bottom where everyone else has four. You know those four that are in the front? Clearly I don't work in the dental industry, so I don't know what they're called. I do know that you're supposed to have four, though. It's a handy trick to avoid braces, so if you're young and you can put your mind to it, try to only have three teeth there.
The hoodoos were giant:
Then we went for a walk in downtown Quesnel and they had this lovely water wheel by the river. It almost makes up for the bad picture of the funny guy in Barkerville. Almost.
On our way home, we stopped for some geocaching:
Then this (plus another treat that didn't get photographed very well) were waiting in our fridge when we got home because the very next day was a two-person birthday at our house. Thanks, Friends!
The kid had friends over the following weekend and the friends brought over the cutest little cake pops:
Next up, I finished my Color Affection shawl.
And then we went to Alice Lake for the Labour Day long weekend. It was cold under all those trees, as usual, but a lot of knitting was done.
And on the way home, we saw a bear at the side of the road. He was almost ON the road, but he changed his mind. He was jiggling when he ran. Must be just about time for hibernating.
And that's about it. PHEW! I don't have any news on my dyeing because it's entered the top-secret phase. All shall be revealed soon enough. ;O)