First - yesterday. Cathy and Nancy and I hiked up to Pulpit Rock (Nelson's version of the Grouse Grind) and then on up to the flag. The last part was especially exhilarating. The trial burst out into sub alpine meadows awash in wildflowers and edged with fruit-heavy boysenberries and huckleberries that will be begging to be picked in a month or less.
After the climb, Cathy played tour guide. Nelson is a city for the senses. The main street has retained all the charm that other small towns in Canada are trying so hard to recapture. The restaurants spill out onto the sidewalks, their limits defined by prodigal flower planters. The clothing and craft stores are a testament to the mass of talent that resides in the area. After touring one craft shop in particular, I felt as though my sense of the aesthetic had devoured a seven course meal. I was visually sated.
Dinner was an enormous treat - simple barbecue and salad - and delightful company.
This morning Abby couldn't get up. My hear almost broke for her. I finally coaxed her outside but her right back leg was in bad shape. Happily, the ache she had seems to have completely worked itself out now.
What a long day! Once again, sitting here in the chair, I feel like the road is still moving beneath me. Nine hours is enough driving. What a beautiful part of the world I motored through: towering mountain passes, green valleys and then, rolling green hills. Now I am in the prairie and thoroughly enjoying the big sky.
It's a good road trip. I'd love to make it through to Lake of the Woods tomorrow. And it's okay if I don't.
Abby is stretched out on the floor - she seems content. She is what matters most.
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