Back from the wilds of Yellowknife

It was a lovely RV vacation in our rackety old Vandura full of incident and woodsmoke and horseflies.  The low point was the breakdown at 60th Parallel Campsite.  I cooked supper in the van in the boiling heat while  thousands of horseflies shot past me like bullets.  Luckily, the wonderful campsite caretakers reattached the faulty battery connection that was causing all the trouble and soon we had a working van AND supper.  And dead horseflies up to our ankles – John Darling is dangerous when he’s roused. Son Rupert drove us from Edmonton to Yellowknife and back.  “I’m very disappointed you left the lights on again, Dad,” he said.  “”No way!” I said.  “No way would Dad leave the headlights on seven times!  Six maybe, but not seven!””

There was smoke in Alberta, and scary-looking stands of burned-out trees, but no delay because of fire.  I shall vote for Elizabeth May.

Yellowknife was . . . itself.  We were glad to see family, and we hope family was glad to see us.  Maggie and the boys and Michelle and Mom and Dad, and the littleuns who are now walking and talking and showing signs of Dook intelligence.  They get their brains from me. There is a wonderful walking trail around Frame Lake where you can meet a microcosm of the city – business people and housewives and young mothers and the odd flasher.  Reluctantly we kissed everyone goodbye (not the flasher) and drove south.

John Darling tends to grasp the steering wheel, lean forward and concentrate on getting as far down the highway as he can before the crew mutinies; on the way back I managed to convince him to slow down a bit.  We slowed down short of Jasper (the Miette Hot Spring pools were lovely).  We slowed down IN Jasper (the pizza at Jasper Pizza, 402 Connaught Drive, was sublime).  Then I gave up and we gunned it to a lake near Mission where Penny and Barney have cleverly parked their RV on a raft.

Good friends and family, safe travels and hotsprings and all the horseflies dead – it was a wonderful vacation.