Returning to the Crowsnest

The sun is so deceptive - even at night it seems like it never really gets dark for very long. The tent was packed up very quickly since the mosquitoes were just as hungry this morning as they were last night and I've now developed a system: pegs in the bag, dew covered poles folded up and placed in the hatch, rain soaked fly over the back seat, wet footprint over the fly, and finally the tent dries on the floor of the car. Away we head for the Crowsnest Pass!
Every other time that I can recall going out there, it has always been via #1 highway and then drop down to the #3 but not this time; this time I was going to take in some of the places I'd never seen before and I'm glad I did. There really is a Starship Enterprise in Vulcan and the town of Nanton has a couple of gems: two old prairie grain elevators
and an airforce museum complete with


Lancaster Bomber


panel art work


and Victoria Cross.
Needless to say, I didn't get to my aunt's place when I expected to.
Highway 22 south is a beautiful drive - all twisty and hilly going through the foothills of the Rockies until all of the sudden you find yourself spat out onto highway #3.
You'd think I'd have been smart enough to bring my aunt's address along, but no, of course not. How many brown houses could there possibly be along the river in Blairmore? Fortunately, not many, and no others that look like hers.
Auntie Marion's place tends to be a hub of activity whenever I'm there with all of the cousin's popping in at least once. It probably didn't hurt that there was a wedding going on on Saturday, so everyone was around.
I was ecstatic when she suggested that we go saskatoon picking while taking Harlo for a walk. I'm afraid I've missed the best part of the berry season back home, but darn it, it's going to find its way to me somehow. It was that night that we learned dogs like saskatoons straight from the tree. Good taste!