So stay tuned to see if I decide to try again…

Version 2

Stupid app lost my long and witty diatribe and now I am pissed; so you get the condenseed version. The morning started with C violating a pancake with peanut butter and jam. I refrained from punishing her but I have go admit that I was sorely tempted… It really was just wrong.

Out next stop was Inland Air and a date with a Beaver. I forgot my jacket so we left C behind and went back tom the hotel. On the way back we saw a lovely black tailed deer and her two fawns. Momma had them all lined up at the crosswalk, looking both ways.

By the time we got back a gale warning had been posted and our trip was put off for a day. Since we’d been warned to lay off e dangerous activities by someone’s mom, we decided to try Pacific Cannery instead and maybe Butze Rapids. Unfortunately for the unnamed mom, the first thing we saw at the cannery was this:

Sorry Mrs. H, we tried. This salmon cannery dates back from the late 1800’s when they existed all the way from California to Alaska. It was an awesome museum and well worth the visit. One of the machines was called unpolitical-correctly an Iron Chink because it replaced so many Chinese workers. Coincidentlaly, Carmen seemed to have a problem with the Chinese guide there, but she claimed it was more to do with his excessively over exuberant personality… But I have pictures…

After the cannery we drove back towards Prince Rupert and stopped off at Butze Rapids. About 5 klicks, lots of differing terrain, huckleberries and no wolves, it was a great hike and while the rapids were not at there peak (you need high or low tide) it was definitely a plus.

We finished our day at the pub and tried a new beer, Okanogan Black. Cold and delicious. One of those sent us home and off to bed.