I’m on the road again this week and quite certain I’ll have increased my lake count significantly by the time we’re back home. We’re currently camped in an area called…wait for it…Lake Country. It’s definitely a thing this year…lakes!
The packing usually starts a day or two ahead for these trips so this one kind of took me by surprise. With T busy at work right now, nothing really moved from house to trailer until the morning we left. Surprise! We were off to BC!
It was dark by the time we rolled into Ellison Provincial Park on Okanagan Lake but I could smell the water as soon as I hopped down from the truck…lake number 21 was close at hand! But there would be no walk that night. Turned out it was a good thing we didn’t venture out in the dark as this campground is perched atop a cliff above the lake.
Nollind is here for a sailboat race that starts tomorrow and T and I will be cheering him on from the Ellison Park cliffs before we move camp to a provincial park near Kelowna.
I know it’s the 1st Fur-iday of June and supposed to be a Logan flashback post, but I’m away from home with no access to all those great old photos so Logan will be back in July.
As for me, just like that Willie Nelson classic, I am on the road again, seeing places that I’ve never been. We left home on Wednesday morning, new trailer Simon in tow, headed for the southwest corner of Alberta and points beyond.
My Lakes and More Lakes spring continued with our first stop at Chinook Lake in the Crowsnest Pass. T was overjoyed when we got a spot right on the lake and Nollind and I were pretty happy about it too.
The weather wasn’t great, a little cool with the odd shower, but we managed to get in a hike around the lake, a walking tour of the upper part of the campground, and a morning walk in search of the local moose. We saw a bald eagle, some mergansers, and a few deer…but no moose.
After two nights at Chinook Lake we headed west this morning, over the Rockies and into BC. We’re camped waterfront again at this stop, but on a river, the Moyie.
Tomorrow is T’s birthday and I hear we’ve got company coming, dog and human, so I’m resting up in preparation for the festivities!
From what I hear we’ll still be travelling next Fur-iday, but I’ll try to report in. Until then…this is Chico…on the road…
Yesterday made five months since Logan died. In some ways, life without him has become normal but there’s still this empty place in our lives, the place he used to occupy.
That he left at the end of September was good planning on
his part, if he had any kind of plan. Winter would have been a struggle,
especially this past month of colder than normal temperatures. I imagine him
somewhere warm and sunny with soft, green grass, plenty of shady spots, and
loose soil easy for digging dens.
One of the things I miss most about my old pal is his way of
seeing the world around us, not always accurate but regularly entertaining.
Our first experience with an ocean beach was on the coast of
California north of San Diego. Wide open space to run, plenty of other dogs,
Cold, noisy, salty water that chases you — not my idea of a good time. To me, the beach didn’t seem so different from the desert, except that there were more people and it was a lot noisier. These big waves were crashing in on the shore and the water would race right up at me! Very unsettling.
We were still on the coast for New Year’s Eve that trip and
the peeps took us for a walk on the beach, early to avoid the fireworks … or so
they thought …
The sky lit up and started to explode in all directions with the loudest popping and banging I’ve ever heard! I tried to head for the houses that were all along the beach, thinking someone would take pity on a poor, frightened dog, but Teresa and Nollind kept pulling me back to them, out there in the open, exposed to the terror! It felt like the longest walk of my life and I was never happier to see our trailer. I don’t see how terrifying dogs is a good way to celebrate anything — I may never understand the human species.
I love to lie in the sun (Nollind sometimes calls me Sunny
D), soak it up through my red and white coat. But hot, sunny days were a
different deal for my buddy Logan …
Have you ever tried wearing a black fur coat on a hot, sunny day? Yeah, well, I don’t recommend it. When I was young it seemed like a smart idea to be well-dressed for any occasion, but that was before we started spending winters in the south.
Logan was pretty much impervious to snow for the first five
years I knew him, but when he got older …
I’ve been stuck in the snow more than once so I mostly tend to stay on the road and driveway. I actually got stuck head first in the yard when I tried to get to one of my caragana dens. Teresa had to put her boots on and come pull me out. I used to love the snow, but that was before it became my enemy.