Behind our Ashburton lodging grew a potato patch. Behind the potato patch withered a row of little old cars. The land owner had erected a flash new Quonset to showcase his bright, shiny, restored car collection. I left a note on the locked gate. The spud grower phoned, and through his rather muddy accent, said […]
Don’t let the bed springs bite! And if they do, just grab a camera, and shoot some black and blue. Reflected gold helps warm up the bed with a sparkle of sunlight. Just some beautiful old detritus stashed away at the Sandon Ghost Town scrap metal dealership. West Kootenay, BC.
“There are no roads here” (Corb Lund)… Nearly everywhere else on the Alberta map is criss-crossed by right-of-ways surveyed every mile east/west, every two miles north/south. These two empty townships of wild aspen parkland and native prairie grasslands are the Rumsey Natural Area and Environmental Reserve – hummocky moraine left behind by retreating continental ice […]
Circled on the Ashburton Domain was a flamboyant display of Gypsy wagons. Handmade crafts were the main attraction: glass blower, wood turner, jewelry maker, greenstone carver… This cacophony of tutus enticed the pretty girls to dress up in their favourite colour and dance joyfully through the caravan.