Saturday, June 19, 2004
I am writing to you from the home of clear, blue, big skies in Rosenort, Manitoba.
Angelo and I headed out the door on Thursday, June 17th to begin our road trip East to the prairies. The day was glorious and the number three highway, the Crowsnest, was open sailing. We had a ball taking in the beauty of our province while watching for numerable lakes, creeks, and variety of trees.
The first stop we made was at Manning Park, a world class provincial park a mere 81 kilometers from Chilliwack. Within the scrub of the main area small gophers and squirrels dodged from one tree and/or hill to another. This stop is a reminder that there is no excuse for us to avoid hanging there in the future.
Passing by cute businesses like The Anaconda Cafe and My Wife's B&B, we bypassed the seasonal fruit stands and made our way to Rossland, B.C.. Rossland is damn cute. It is a distinct town that sends a hearty message: living it up is an expectation. We camped out at the Lions Club campsite and got into our workout gear. Angelo headed out for a mountain bike ride while I got into trail-running mode.
I initially felt disoriented on the run considering the town was new to me . Thankfully, within 10 minutes I recognized that the town is more than accommodating by providing clear signage for all the trails and markers throughout the trees in order to find the right way in and out. I started at the Museum trail, discovered it wasn't long enough and then pushed on to Red Mountain, doubling back on Larry's trail and then through the tin tunnel into Rossland proper. The brightly painted and friendly town is nestled within the mountains, leaving little room for further development. I quickly discovered the town, noting that few shops were open, picked up few groceries, and walked back to Lions Club, content and eager to share my adventure with Angelo.
More roadtrip to come...
Angelo and I headed out the door on Thursday, June 17th to begin our road trip East to the prairies. The day was glorious and the number three highway, the Crowsnest, was open sailing. We had a ball taking in the beauty of our province while watching for numerable lakes, creeks, and variety of trees.
The first stop we made was at Manning Park, a world class provincial park a mere 81 kilometers from Chilliwack. Within the scrub of the main area small gophers and squirrels dodged from one tree and/or hill to another. This stop is a reminder that there is no excuse for us to avoid hanging there in the future.
Passing by cute businesses like The Anaconda Cafe and My Wife's B&B, we bypassed the seasonal fruit stands and made our way to Rossland, B.C.. Rossland is damn cute. It is a distinct town that sends a hearty message: living it up is an expectation. We camped out at the Lions Club campsite and got into our workout gear. Angelo headed out for a mountain bike ride while I got into trail-running mode.
I initially felt disoriented on the run considering the town was new to me . Thankfully, within 10 minutes I recognized that the town is more than accommodating by providing clear signage for all the trails and markers throughout the trees in order to find the right way in and out. I started at the Museum trail, discovered it wasn't long enough and then pushed on to Red Mountain, doubling back on Larry's trail and then through the tin tunnel into Rossland proper. The brightly painted and friendly town is nestled within the mountains, leaving little room for further development. I quickly discovered the town, noting that few shops were open, picked up few groceries, and walked back to Lions Club, content and eager to share my adventure with Angelo.
More roadtrip to come...
