Aged and Toothless and Bent Old Crones

Short Version:
Transformation, reduced services, one of us enjoys a beautiful day

Long Version:
We nipped into Rossland town to steal some internets before heading east, and discovered a frightening phenomenon: attractive young women enter the local Credit Union; aged and toothless and bent old crones come out. Creepy.

Over the hills and down to the lake, where we discovered that the water was off at the Texas Creek Provincial Park Campground. This was good thing, because it meant camping was free. Not so good in that it also meant all the flush toilets were boarded up, and even less so once we discovered that the vault toilets were all quite far away from our campsite.

Not ideal for people with a bout of food poisoning.

Still, by the time we arrived I was on the mend, and it was only Nene who had suffering still to do. Nene being Nene, though, she put everything she had into it, and suffered enough for the both of us. Poor wee poppet.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, cheeky chipmunks scurried hither and yon, squirrels frolicked in the trees, and I swam in Canada's warmest lake several times while Nene carried on executing her sufferment programme. Cups of tea, backrubs, peanut butter sandwiches - all my healing powers were put forward on her behalf. The most effective strategy turned out to be going elsewhere and leaving her to it, and a run out and back on the Deer Point trail was just the ticket.

The mad camp host guy had told me before he left that it was a 2.5 hour hike to the summit, and then a long, less-steep hill to the end of the trail, at the north end of the lake. I don't run fast - especially when Lovely Wife's not there to whip me along - so it was a bit of a surprise to find myself on the downslope a mere eighteen minutes after setting off. Beautiful trail. Beautiful sunlight filtering down through beautiful green and golden leaves. Beautiful views out over the beautiful lake. Beautiful swim afterwards.
Found out later that it's a renowned biking trail, with multiple magazine cover shots snapped along its length. I can see why.