The border crossing north of Bonners Ferry was one of the smoothest and fastest ever. Most of the uniformed Canadian women and men know me by now. And Teak. She doesn't let them get away without giving her a dog biscuit. Once across the border the trip up the 100-mile long Kootenai Lake was a familiar winding, slow ribbon of beauty. Eventually I came to the Balfour ferry crossing that cuts off many land miles. Thirty-five minutes later I was delivered to the other side of the lake and continued 30-miles further north to Kaslo. Kilometers in BC. "Clicks." Or is it "Klicks?" I always get a kick out of the one little village with signs that announce they don't do metric.
|Carole & greenhouse tomatoes|
|View from the house|
|Toads and Blackberry|
We did make it to the hot springs, and we ended that day in Rosebury with the worst Mexican meal I have ever had... the perfect storm of bad service and bad food. How did they do it? A so-called chimichanga that amounted to a toasted flour tortilla folded over with hamburger meat? Carole had green enchiladas with... mushrooms... ah come ON. Chalk it up as entertainment. Or, a precursor to the next day when Teak and I were hiking along the Kaslo River and she got into a ground hornet nest.
She yipped and I turned around to see her covered in bees. I ran to help and then they came after me. There'd been lots of bears around. I reckon they were already perturbed by the beastly visitors. I ended up with about 20 stings. Who knows how many Teak got? At least 100 bees clung to her coat. By the time we got back to the house (1/2 mi fast, leaping run and several miles by car) we were in shock. Teak laid down and her eyes rolled back. Carole dove into homeopathy-mode and brought her back. Once my heart settled down, I dealt with knife-piercing stings. Benadryl does wonders.
I have my theory about this. Teak has some arthritus. Bee stings are a treatment for the nasty stuff. I wonder if she wasn't seeking out her own medicine? Time will tell. She's fine now. My stings have morphed into itchy heaps upon my flesh, primarily on my neck and shoulders.
Kisses and hugs. Tears. Thanks. I headed down the gravel driveway with spirit-fullness and great sadness. There is nothing in this world like the love of Sisters. Now that distance will lengthen, as it shortens between myself and loved ones south.
Darkness lengthens. The waning moon hangs exquisitely in the morning sky with Venus. In every hello there is an inherent goodbye.