Out of a sow’s ear….have you heard that one. It’s kind of like making lemonade when life hands you lemons.
Well that’s what we feel like we’ve done.
We’re on our way to Alberta, left home on Tuesday with our trailer. Yesterday morning a handle broke as Grizz was emptying the gray water tank. Oops!
So, this needs to be fixed. We stopped at Revelstoke to see if there was an RV repair shop there – nope. Then on to Golden. Grizz knew what needed to be done, the only problem was he didn’t have the right tool for the job (well, he has one, but not with us of course). Again, no RV repair shop in town, but a greater scope for being able to find tools. By the time we set up camp, shopped around town, found and bought the right tool, it was too hot to do any work like that, so we scrapped any idea of visiting Radium Hot Springs, and settled in for a second night in this lovely town way up high in the Rockie Mountains.
This morning, the repair took only about half an hour in the coolness of the day, and then we went out to do some exploring.
It’s been years since we’ve spent any time here, and we were delighted at the atmosphere of the town-site, and the friendliness of the people we met.
Instead of murals, a conglomerate of people have made some lovely mosaic artworks that depict life in Golden:
We re-visited the covered bridge:
and admired their BC Spirit Square, which was under construction on our last visit:
After a delightful lunch at a local deli, we headed for Kicking Horse Mountain Resort, to ride the gondola. (This seems to be our year for gondolas):
There’s a haze over everything from the many wildfires burning throughout the province, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying the views at the top:
At this time of year, as in Whistler, mountain bikers take their bikes up the Gondola and ride down. We watched several of them at different spots on the trails both on our gondola ride and while at the top of the mountain (by the way we were about 7800 feet above sea level up there). This fellow hesitated a few moments before heading down this rock face, and it turned out he was right, because just after we took this picture, he fell – but he got right back up again, so we knew he was alright:
All in all, a lovely day, and so glad we were able to make a silk purse!
Happy purses and lemonade! Blessings, Peg