On June 10th, 2007, I left Oakland on an 8 month Campervan trip.
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Gosh, that was 6 mos. ago. It was cold, in the 50s and down to freezing at night.
Flying Bicycle: people bring their toys
Tire tracks in the desert are forever
morning coffee and announcements
Tuscon is very spread out. It takes an hour or more to get from one side to another, so if you plan to do anything in Tucson, plan to stay on one side or another where your activities are, otherwise you’ll spend lots of time driving from one side to another, not to mention gas money.
I had an exceptionally lovely day hiking in Catalina State Park with Steve who I met at Demming LoW-Hi RV Ranch with the Loners on Wheels
There was water in the Wash! This is very unusual and due to recent rains. Nearly all the river beds n the southwest are dry with the exception of a few large rivers.
After crossing the wash, we went on up the trail through this spectacular landscape just on the edge of Tucson
My first close up view of cacti
Spectacular!
Next day in Tucson, I spent an evening with Gloria whom I had met in Albuquerque at the Bernalillo KOA in Albuquerque, NM. We had a lovely Mexican dinner with her boyfriend Randy, and I slept in style in the guestroom with the campervan, lonely without me, out front. Gloria lives in a gated mobile home park in East Tucson. She has lots of friends and a club house, pool and activities making it hard for her to get out in her 5th. wheel and take trips. In fact, if I had a ready made community of folks to hang with, I might never venture far myself.
NOV 23, 2007 RETURN TO ALBUQUERQUE
Flying back from Thanksgiving in Oakland, there was snow on the rig at my KOA campground in Bernalillo, NM, a small town just north of Albuquerque.
Heading south in a vain search for warmer weather I checke out the Loners on Wheels RV group. They have an RV park in Demming, NM, and I had a lot of fun exploring the area and seeing a bunch of folks who were traveling alone. 
Eve in Demming, NM
There were activities in which to participate, and an ongoing interchange of traveling information. Side trips included a photo expedition to Antelope Wells, a border crossing to Mexico with a population of !!, and lunch in Mexico.
Lunch in Mexico at the Pink Store with the LOWs (Loners on Wheels)
I picked up the job of redoing the website for the club and made some friends to meet down the road. Elevation at Demming was 4300ft. and there was a cold snap. I managed 5 days and took off for Tucson hoping it would be warmer there.
During October while in the Bernalillo KOA Campground north of Albuquerque, I had a relapse after all that traveling to Canada and back, it was hard, and there is more energy, more consistently, now in January.
I did get in some sightseeing before flying to Bay area for Thanksgiving and Paloma’s very first birthday.
Oldtown Albuquerque with it’s wonderful adobe buildings, and shops with fabulous painted pots of all sizes and shapes.
Mostly rested, slept alot and felt sorry for myself living in a tiny van stuck and not feeling very good. Toward the end of the month, I got out to see the Petroglyph Nat. Monument, and the famous Sandia Tram, 
Beneath the stumps of five extinct volcanoes, this park encompasses more than 25,000 ancient Native American rock drawings inscribed on the 17-mi-long West Mesa escarpment overlooking the Rio Grande Valley. For centuries, Native American hunting parties camped at the base, chipping and scribbling away. Archaeologists believe most of the petroglyphs were carved on the lava formations between the years 1100 and 1600, but some images at the park may date as far as 1000 BC. (Fodor’s)
Took a lovely side trip up to an out of the way, Core of Engineers Campground on an Indian Reservation where I collected some very large seed pods fallen from a Mesquite like tree. They rattle when dried.
Core of Engineers CG Tetilla peak recreation area, on the Chochiti Lake a dammed up part of the Rio Grande. the land is on the indian reservation and as such, is empty and quiet except for the wind that blows up.
Oldest house in Santa Fe
Then on to Santa Fe and the Jemez Mountains where I saw the first snow of the season, and hiked in the Bandolier National Monument and climbed into the caves in the side of the canyon.
Church of San Miquel, 1610. Oldest church structure in US
Santa Fe , NM- 0ld and new in Oldtown
This amazing store in Santa Fe was right next to my campground. I bought some hand blown glasses, turquoise earings and a copper bracelet and had fun taking pictures of the handmade sinks.
11/7/07 Wednesday Wildlife
A Roadrunner, (New Mexico state bird) crossed my path this morning! And, the owls. Late at night, they call to each other. Hoot, hoot, and then — an answer — The answer is a different sound. It repeats, again, then again, for 20 minutes. Haunting, and wonderful.
eve’s notebook:
I woke up this morning and my mind started spinning around until it landed on a plan for the day. then, I stretched and felt ‘how do you feel this morning’. the answer was, ‘much better than yesterday, but weak’. OK, so now we immediately have a dicotomy. the mind has a plan for the day that the body can’t possibly do. Does the mind even realize it? not yet. I get up, fix the bed, tie back the curtains, unsnap the front curtain, fold it and put it away. I get dressed, sort of, grab my hairbrush and towel and go out to the bathroom. Coming back, I make coffee, get dressed, tidy up a little, get out my computer, start typing some ideas from yesterday. Coffee in hand, and answering email, i suddenly realize, whoa! you aren’t going anywhere, and wouldn’t it be nice to lie down. Two sub personalities (marvin minsky, compliments of norm) working hard at different aims.
11/11/07 eve’s notebook
I think I am having some kind of reaction from the traveling. The trip, the idea of the trip. I said this before, but I want to get it straight in my mind. there was a high, going to Canada, fullfilling a lifelong dream to have it be open ended. It was a vacation, I was doing new things, meeting new people, eating in new restaurants. all exciting things. but there were realities, i got sick, too much, the traveling, the visiting, the planning, the driving. I got into eating a lot, and now am constantly struggling with that. This is also very stressfull. dealing with people who were idiosyncratic, whose interests are different than mine, who have their own lives and I am just a visitor. All stressful. now, the letdown, the big trip is over, i went to Canada. what am I doing now. what is important to me is to eat, to walk on mountain trail, the sunlight at late afternoon, a feeling of belonging. this is nothing to do with traveling.I have a list of stuff I want to do, and it has nothing to do with traveling.
There is vacation and then there is life
eve’s notebook
‘This mind is luminous by nature and is inherently put, but it is colored by the conditioning that limits it’
the Buddha
Abraham Maslow
Theory of Heirarchy of needs
NOV 17, 2007 OAKLAND
Paloma LedesmaWeiss at one year birthday
“Every action should be taken with the thoughts of it effects on children severn generations from now”
Cherokee saying
Today I am 65 in Albuquerque, NM!
Weather yesterday 83
Weather today 48
Here I am in the balloon basket of the monkey balloon ecstatic to be in my very first balloon basket! The monkey balloon is manned by men in banana suits since the monkey needs his banana. No— I didn’t get to go up. That only happens at dawn when I am sleeping.
They are carrying this balloon basket on a rack behind their van. Forget a big trailer, just put it on a rack!
Festive time was had by all with the folks on stilts juggling balls and posing for pictures.
eve’s art shot
The Monkey balloon is blown up by the bananas
The Balloon Fiesta Park suddenly becomes a lot less huge when the balloons start to be blown up
Monkey balloon getting bigger and bigger…
Hot air makes the balloons rise. I asked how they keep from burning the balloon and they said “very carefully”. Others said, they have seen a burned balloon. Not a pretty site
eve’s art shot turned into a Jesus balloon, Arg!
getting ready for the shape glow
From the Wikipedia:
Large numbers of balloons are illuminated at night by their propane burners. The “Glowdeo” is a night glow for the special shapes balloons.
The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta is a yearly balloon fiesta that takes place in Albuquerque, New Mexico, USA during early October.
The balloon fiesta is a nine day event, and has around 750 balloons. The event is the largest balloon fiesta in the world.The balloon fiesta began as a small gathering of 13 balloons in April of 1972, organized by Cutter Flying Service owner Sid Cutter. The event was located in a shopping center parking lot with 20,000 spectators and with balloonists from Arizona, California, Iowa, Michigan, Minnesota, Nevada and Texas taking part
Everyone can wander the field and talk to the balloon crews. Walking among them when they are being blown up is amazing. Everyone is friendly and the field goes from empty to full in less than an hour
It is starting to get dark so you can start to see the glow
The announcer counts down from 10 and everyone tries to light their propane burners so the glow is all at once
Balloon Fiesta, Albuquerque, NM Oct. 6-14, 2007
Do you see that line of RVs behind the massive Balloon Fiesta Field and those buildings? Well, those folks paid $125./night to camp right on the edge of Balloon Fiesta Park for a week. The park is a huge grass covered football field that takes an hour to wander from one end to another.
Noted in the Main Street Brewery and Restaurant in Cortez, CO. Also, I had a grass fed, hormone free beef hamburger in this restaurant
Tonight there is a Harvest Moon (a full moon that is closest the earth). After the tour, I got out my tripot, and took some good shots of it.
Mesa Verde is very interesting to me because there is evidence of civilization occupying the sites since year one (literally). The stages of civilization are all here. Hunters and gatherers, then what they called the basket maker period, when these people were starting to do agriculture, they moved closer to their fields as the crops became more important to their livelihood. Corn and squash were grown. Dogs and turkeys were domesticated, and later, beans were added to the crops that were grown. Pottery, was introduced from interaction with other peoples, and began to replace baskets as cooking vessels and for other use. Basketmaking declined, and the quality of baskets also declined which I find weird. Maybe it was over a long time so the really good basketmakers died and the younger ones didn’t learn how because of the switch to pottery. But, it seems to me, that baskets would always be useful. They certainly are now.
Mesa Verde (Spanish for Green Table) is a World Heritage site, the nation’s richest archeological preserve. Mesa Verde is located high above the valley on Mesas, 5000-6000 ft. elevation in the 4 corners part of the US. where four states come together, Colorado, Utah, Arizona, and New Mexico. Below, nine miles to the north is the town of Cortez.
Balcony House, one of the largest groups of cliff houses
I have paraphrased some of the house building history from the Park brochure:
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1400 years ago, the ‘basket makers’ as they were called because of their skill in basketry, formerly nomadic, started to lead a more settled life, farming beginning to replace hunting and gathering as their main livelihood. They lived in pit houses on top of the mesas and sometimes in the cliff recesses. They learned to make pottery, and acquired the bow and arrow replacing the atlatl, a spear thrower.
About the year 750, they started to build houses above ground with the pithouses clustered together with adjoining walls in long curving rorws. From then on, these people are known as Pueblos, a Spanish wrod meaning “village dwellers’.
By 1100, the houses were advanced from the pole and adobe construction to skillfull stone masonry. Walls of thick double coursed stone often rose two of three stories high and were joined together into units of 50 or more rooms.
The Farview sites, a complex of 4 large pueblos or houses, each one had many rooms. There were several groupings of pueblos above ground with the double course masonry and had at one time, adobe roofs supported by timbers. Presumably some of the rooms were for storage, some for living. some had doorways into them, and some did not, perhaps the entrance was thru a ventilation hole in the roof and a ladder down into it like the earlier pit houses.
The Farview sites
Also on the Farview site was the most amazing, thing, one of four reservoirs! Used for storing water for use by the group. The water was used for personal use, not crop watering. A canal ran about a mile from a spot that now has the visitor center on it to this reservoir!
The crops of corn, beans and squash were watered by the average of 18 inches of precipitation on the mesa tops. Corn requires 78 frost free days and the mesa top has an average of 85 frost free days.
1500 year old drought resistant corn, grown here, in a demonstration garden in the museum courtyard.
About 1200 there was a major population shift back into the cliff alcoves that sheltered their ancestors before. This gave rise to the cliff dwellings for which Mesa Verde is so famous.
Balcony House
Balcony house entrance from mesa top via toe holds down through crevice. We used the ladder placed there for us by the park service. Even then, it was steep and nearly inaccesable!
Ancestral Puebloans lived in the cliff dwellings for less than 100 years. By about 1300 Mesa Verde was deserted. When the cliff dwellers left, they traveled south into New Mexico and Arizona settling among their kin who were already there. Whatever may have happened, some of today’s Pueblo people, and maybe other tribes, are descendants of the cliff dwellers of Mesa Verde.
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The sunset tour of Balcony House lasted late and it was dark by the time I drove the 16 miles back to the campground. The road is being repaved, and it was a delight to drive alone on the new pavement. No traffic, no cars at all, compared to stopping for the roadwork earlier this afternoon. Crossing my headlights were a rabbit and farther along, a coyote shied back by the side of the road, letting me pass before he crossed. One rabbit who was trying to cross the road, turned back when it saw the headlights. I wonder if it knows how to cross? It sure seemed to. The full moon is slightly misted over with high clouds tonight, but it is warmer (60 degrees) and beautiful.
Well, people, I have been unbearably cheerful for nearly three months now, so I guess I ought to mention, there are times…
Invariably, it is during my CFS relapses that the stories come. The good news is that although the relapses can last quite a while, the down times usually don’t. It depends on how succesful I am at picking up on it.
One afternoon, I was exhausted and achy all over and pissed off about everything. I had been feeling tired for a day already, but had continued to proceed to drive find a campsite and look for a place that had free wi fi. Then I realized that, I needed to lay up for a as long as it would take to start feeling stronger. In fact, this one has taken over a week before I before my health is starting to improve. And now, I am in the delicate stage wehre It can be touched off again easily. I had been pushing it, being social, doing stuff, but somehow I am always surprised when I get worn out.
Now, how is that? I guess ‘denial is not a river in Egypt’. (old AA saying)
The stories come when I am tired. They are thoughts, don’t follow them. They seem real, but as thoughts, they disapate when another thought comes in. Following a thought is to build it into a story, to reinforce it, to make it your reality. I know I have said this before, but following these kinds of thoughts makes ones reality a suffering one, and suffering is not what I am after.
‘No one cares about me. I could die on the side of the road and no one would even notice, I spend all this time communicating with others and most of them aren’t even interested enough to respond. What am I doing here? What is the point. Why the hell don’t I have a mate? Look at all these ugly people, they have mates, what is wrong with me?’ I want to see this site, but it is way too much energy to figure out how to get there, and what’s the point anyway. These stories are endless and varied and seem incredibly real when they come. And they are persistent. There are themes. It is easy to believe them. To act on them. To make decisions based on them. There is a whole other me that operates as though this is my reality. Even when it is clear that they are thoughts, the responses to them as though they are real, continue and I have to wonder, over and over, if they are true. Then, I laugh, and remember, ‘Oh yes, you need to stop. You need to rest. You need to get better, You are in a relapse. ‘That’s when they come’.
It is happening more quickly these days. I can laugh and say, ‘Oh those thoughts again, don’t follow the thoughts. Don’t reinforce the story, don’t take it as your reality.’
When I get into this place, it is actually an altered state, just as being in love is an altered state, or being very delicate if you have had a shock or accident, or a disease. These are so easily taken for reality. One might think, ‘hmm I am touchy these days, or sad, or labile, but do we realize, this is an altered state, a non real time when our perceptions are changed by rose, or gray colored glasses of one pitch or another.
How do I know all this? The minute I start feeling stronger, healthier, the woods instantly looks more beautiful, the sun is brighter, and the places to go are suddenly very interesting, and I do not feel alone any more. I feel as though I have the whole world supporting me.
As an aside, I would like to suggest that I may not be the only person this happens to. My down times may be touched off by exhaustion, but there are many ways to become exhausted that do not involve Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. In other words, altered states are common to others.
Enjoy the languor, drop any goals, read a book, play with the computer if that’s not too hard, eat chocolate, sleep in the afternoon, and don’t follow the thoughts! It’s OK to be tired, you have been telling everyone your have CFS, but you don’t want to admit you are wiped out. No where to go, no deadlines to meet. Hey— I’m retired! And those altered states, I can do without.
View from my Campsite in Hope, Idaho on lake Pend Orielle (say ponderay
it means earing in French)
Makes you stop and think
The Kootenay Rockies are drier and warmer than Lake Louise and the National Parks across the middle of British Columbia. I was able to enjoy lovely weather, not real hot, but just georgous sunny days with a hint of fall in them. Hot in the afternoon, and cool in the morning and evenings.
Having a high school friend living in Johnsons Landing, a tiny community at the end of the road, opened doors for me and I was able to get to know people there and in Kaslo with great enjoyment.
The house that Osa Built at Johnsons Landing, end of the road on the east side of Kootenay Lake
Also at Johnsons Landing, the house that Paul and Osa built for them selves and Lara, pictured here with the wonderful pit fired banister post in the form of a snail. Lara says that Paul and Osa had fun picking out trees for the bannisters and posts for the house.
Mandys’ garden. Christopher sunk the posts (trees) 42 inches into the gravel and dirt so they would be solid. And he did this by hand! This garden is down by the lake.
I found Betty Tillotson’s name in my W5 womenwelcomewomenworldwide.com membership booklet and gave her a call. She graciously agreed to a visit from me. Betty lives on a land share in Argenta, a town of 75 households at the top of Kootenay Lake and on a gravel road that ends 6 miles later in Johnsons Landing. In calling her, I found a warm and interested woman. We found many things to talk about, travel, the land share, the Smallholder, (a local publicationput out by volunteers, but mainly Betty), and the glorious garden from which we had dinner.
Kale in Betty’s garden in Argenta
I met Rowena who was chasing the neighbor’s goats out of her garden. She had a bear try to climb the fence to her chicken coup a few nights before, a small bear who climbed the plum tree and left scratch marks up the bark breaking small branches.
We examined and photographed the cedar bug.
I learned that they come down the mountian and crawl into little places, namely under the shingles and boards of houses where the pilated woodpeckers who have poweful pecking abiltities, drive people nuts with their pecking are going after the cedar bugs.
Betty’s wonderful old farmhouse
Rowena is an artist of many types of media.
Rowena built her house to be a mobile one, well, sort of, at least moveable. Also a green as possible. This mobility part turned out to be a very good thing since the land she had built on was sold and she had to move her house, in fact 2-3 times. finally, she has settled into Betty’s land co-op and although they did not put her on the lease since it costs 750. to record a new lease, she has written agreements that she can stay until she dies. Betty’s 5 children are on the lease and I imagine the land will stay in the family for a very long time.
These meetings gave insights to the local people that would otherwise be unavailable to me. Betty and I took to each other right off, and talked nonstop. Rowena was beyond lovely, and I got to see her chicken coop that took up half the garden, and rotated sides annually using the chicken poop from the year before to fertilize next years garden. I stayed for supper and slept in the van beside Betty’s wonderful old farmhouse.
bettys house pic
Betty started this land share in the 1980s, and raised 4 kids without a husband. At 82, she continues to stack her 4 cords of winter firewood. The land share members work in the garden Tuesday mornings, then have lunch under the trees. It is beautiful there with the lake below and the mountains above. It gave me pause, to re-evaluate my life and ways. I was drawn, and yet, I am a city woman with a strong pull to nature.
All in all, it was a beautiful experience, bringing me back to the times that I been involved in making pots, crafts, and country stuff. The subjects of the day were the bear getting into the chicken coop or breaking branches in the plum tree, taking a shared truck to the dump, and putting up enough cords of firewood for the winter, picking corn from the garden, and the huge influx of cedar bugs (stink bugs) that were coming down from the mountains this year.
The drinking water was glacier melt from the surrounding mountains served up by homemade water systems. Most were on the grid as far as electric and phone, but the mail, the garbage, were all ‘you pick up’, and computers were not in every home. There were some with computers, but the internet was from satelite or the local phone company. The word on the street is that the microwave is bad for you, chlorine in the water is bad for you, and live lightly on the land is the code of ethics.
We ate out of the garden, we planted and weeded, turned earth, and even in town, we tended the gardens, Took walks in the woods along the river.
Kaslo River runs into Kootenay Lake, in Kaslo, BC
Beatrice and her dog Chester
Mountain Ash and a stormy sky that brought big fat drops of sun showers on our walk. We also saw bright orange bear scat on the trail!
We took the canoe in the incredible Lake Kootenay.
Beatrice borrowed her son, Noah’s canoe for us. We tied it on top of her car, and brought it down to the lake for a special afternoon of paddling across Kootenay Lake to see the petroglyphs.
Other side of Lake Kootenay from the canoe
Incredible views from the canoe
The small town of Kaslo where I spent about a week, had two healthfood stores, fast wireless, and a butcher that carried all manner of meat, sausage, cheese, even frozen seafood delicacies. All you might want and more.
Kaslo, BC, Main Street
The town is a summer resort town that shrinks to a small permanent population with stores open limited hours in winter.
Townside municiple Campground at the end of main street on the lake. Many townsites and villages in British Columbia have lovely little municiple campgrounds in town. I stayed in one in Nelson also.
The only thing missing (from eve’s point of view) was a good fresh coffee roastery. There are many transplants from the states who own summer homes, and many who go south for the winter. For those who stay, winter is a time for visiting, sewing, cooking, getting together for watercolor painting sessions, the occasional video and popcorn night, and generally doing the things there is no time for in summer. The building and garden fences were spectacular and those with building skills were in demand.
Beach at the bottom of Main Street
Lots of people put their money into real estate, rather than the stock market. I think this town is ripe for a monetary system like fourthcornerexchange. As it is, folks exchange garden produce all summer, and put up fruits for the winter whether it is from their garden or someone elses. A huge box of pears went for $10. at the Gas Station, brought in by someone who had a pear tree or two.
The main point here is that this is a chosen lifestyle, very much chosen. These people have choices. They come from all over, Forida, Switzerland, Portland, OR. they know what is out there, and they choose to live here wtih just as many amenities as they decide to include in their lives. Some use more than others, and some do without more than others.
These people are living out their principles, if they can’t do it all alone, they team up, they take in WOOFERS, or make do. They have a strong communtiy. Included is a Quaker community, but just as many are not Quaker. Lifestyles to think about. What parts to incorporate into our own lives. A chance to re-evaluate our ideas of what is important and make choices of our own.
Kootenay Lake, isn’t it specatacular!
Lake Gulls not sea gulls
The watcher looks out over the lake
Someone is still working on the Watcher, he has developed a hat or hairdo
On my way to Nelson, the “big” town an hour away and on the way to the border into Idaho, the Kokonee (say CO kenee) Provincial Park has the oldest and longest fish ladder for the Kokonee who are landlocked salmon who turn bright red when they are ready to spawn and migrate from lake to river to spawn.
I actually caught on jumping, flying up the fish ladder! It is hard work, and you see many try and fail and go back to the side to rest before attempting again.
Canada’s amazing treasure , Lake Louise, is thronged with tourists at this end of the lake where I am taking the picture
The lakes were beautiful and it was cold. with a low of -2c(28F) and a high of 7C (44F), I stayed for two days. One to see the lakes, and one to see Takakaw Falls.
Victoria Glacier at the far end of Lake Louise, feeds it and is melting from Global Warming
Here is an art picture. the reflection of the clouds and sky look just like a painting!
The Fairmont Hotel is, I believe, the grand old Railroad Hotel. I did not go in due to my adverse reaction to the throngs of visitors and the cold. Oh yes, and it was raining/snowing on and off
below is Morraine Lake. It was snowing very lightly while I was driving up to see it. The road was wet, but it was not sticking, thank goodness!
Morraine Lake has a lovely lodge beside it, much more fitting into the woods and environment. I would have liked to have been there when it was not so cold.
The glaciers above Morraine Lake that help to feed it
The second day was to see Takakaw Falls up the road 17Kilometers from my campground on a small mountain road with switchbacks! Exciting driving!
Takakaw means “It is magnificant” in Cree Indian Language. and indeed it is! You can tell the scale by the tiny trees at the top of the falls. This falls feeds into the Kicking Horse River that goes down to my Campground
A meter is 3.3ft. so some of these mountains are 9000ft. and more.
Here you can see the path of the Avalanches. This is a common sight throughout these mountains and the bears like to graze on these slopes in the spring
The Kicking Horse campground was right on the Kicking Horse river and surrounded by peaks with glaciers. When I looked up in the morning from my walk to the bathroom, this is what I saw!
A small detail about this particular campground, it was directly across from the most wonderful upscale lodge and restaurant in the long room with a huge stone fireplace and cool antiques made into tables and lamps. I had a gourmet dinner, sat in front of the fire and worked on my computer. No internet out here, but enjoyed working on my pictures in the luxurious surroundings. Then, filled with warmth and good food, I toddled across the road to my campsite and curled up in the van with the heater going.
Luxury and camping all in the same evening!
I went up in a Helicoptor!
Lake Louise is at the eastern edge of British Columbia. Driving east over the beautiful Canadian Rockies that I had come to see. The mountains were magnificant, and snow topped still in August. There were huge vistas of avalanche swaths cut out of the trees. Suddenly, the mountains opened out, and I came to a place called three valley gap, a valley where three mountain ranges came together. There was a huge red and white hotel and next to that, a sign that read, HELICOPTOR RIDES $45. This was exciting and I parked the van and went to investigate. 
great view of the lake with the sun behind me for a minute only
There, waiting for me, was a helicoptor, with it’s rotors turning. There were two other passengers and room for one more! No waiting, just pay and get in. They give you a head set so you can talk and all are connected by radio.
It was all too short.
Down the road in Revelstoke, there was a Friday night main street blue grass concert. After the concert, I drove 20 minutes to the Canyon Hot Springs Campground and parked the Campervan in a lovely wooded site. Then, soaking in the steaming Hot Springs with a snow capped mountains view the day was complete, a day to remember.
The next day it rained which made it nice to soak in the hot springs with the rain coming down. I cooked my wild rice from Saskatchawan.
