To B.C. and back- a photo essay

Our trip to visit our friends in B.C. took us through the Crowsnest Pass, along highway 3. This is the famed Turtle mountain, and that rock scar in the middle of the mountain is the Frank Slide. Over a hundred years ago, that mountain let go a rock slide that carried down into the valley and partway up the other side. This was a coal mining area and there was a little town called Frank that was in the path of destruction. There is a town buried under all that rock. Funny thing is, even with all the wind in southern Alberta blowing dirt around, there isn't much that grows in the rubble.

Almost at the B. C. border sits this beauty, Castle mountain.

We made a pit stop in Sparwood, home of the world's largest truck, a Terex Titan. This is what they use in the open pit coal mines; there are 5 mines around there. I lived for 10 years in that town, and you couldn't pay me to move back there.

We stopped in Fernie to pick up some Brown's Jerky. They have some lovely old buildings there. In the background on the left is the Catholic church and on the right is City Hall. The Three Sisters mountains peek between the branches of the mountain ash tree.
We left the sunshine behind the farther south we went, and it was socked in with cloud while we were there.

This is Jake getting a hug from Janice, and Lily. I wanted to get more pictures of her horses but it wasn't very good light for taking pictures and it was pretty chilly out, so I spent most of my time basking in front of their wood stove.

Janice owns one of Reba's pups from her first litter; the little darlin' in the middle is Sage, with Tess on the left and Reba on the right. Tess had fun playing with Sage and Tucker, Dave's new pup.

Our trip home offered some good photo opportunities, like this one, which I call "Holes in the Floor of Heaven".

When we were driving through the Crowsnest Pass coming back, there were a group of Bighorn Sheep licking the salt from the road.

The light was amazing and made the mountains look all moody and mysterious.

We came home to more stupid cold; it's - 25C here again. So that puts Sassy's schooling on hold for a few more days. But I'll have a post for you on Monday about Brian's Saddle Shop; we stopped for a visit there on the way through.