PEDEGOest I will go...and we got as far as Emory Creek Campground.                                           June 5-7, 2013

The Land Rover let us down! We were planning on going to Manning Park--for old time sake--but it was not to be.

We climbed and as we climbed the hills we kept our eyes on the temperature gauge because it too was climbing! “No, no, this does not look good! “ And the steeper hill was still before us...We found a resting spot, pulled over and waited until things cooled off. We turned around and drove into Emory Creek Campground instead of Manning Park.

We drove in thinking that we might be the only ones wanting to camp. Slowly we made our way through the park passing a number of diffent modes of camping: tents, trailers, class C and class A motorhomes. Towards evening we went for a little stroll and noticed that some “younger” people used their hatchback as sleeping quarters.

We do what we have to do...

#20 looked like the right spot for us; easy parking. 

The next morning, after having had a wonderful sleep and a good breakfast, we went for another walk with my camera around my neck, snapping here and there, up and down. 

And then we saw him sitting at his camping spot drinking his yerba mate. But we walked on having in mind to talk to him later to see if we could play the Menno game. No point in interrupting his "morning ritual."

We kept walking and I had to stop now and then for some more photos. Everything is so lush around here! 

We even spotted some wild flowers here and there.

Almost back "home" now...and as we turned the corner a camper was readying himself...sitting at his picnic table changing his shirt, his front facing the warm morning sun. Momentarily we looked away and to our surprise when we looked again the bare back now was sporting a black bra. 

Well, there you go..."Wild flowers" are everywhere...

Ahead of us and across the Fraser River the CP train is chugging it's way around the mountain side, heading west.

This recliner is way too comfortable! My pen has stopped writing. A couple of jerks later--as if my body needs to align itself and a sure sign that soon I'll be...Medach Schlop, here I come. 

 "Lustig ist das Zigeuenerleben" is the German folk song that comes to mind as we camp. 

I remember climbing trees as a youngster, way to the top and as far as I thought it safe, and then swinging back and forth, back and forth...until I had another crazy idea. I had no fear of heights.

Lovely trees...

...reaching for the sky.

 A bird nest among the wild Boxwood and wild Oregon Grape

 Peter reading the Canadian Mennonite...Oh, boy, what's that thing coming out of his mouth!?

 Tiny little mushrooms...and it looks like we are going home. Peter's dad (100) was admitted into the hospital at 4 am this morning. They checked him over and ALL was okay with him. He went home at noon.

Climbing Hydrangea in our back yard...

...and look what's in our front yard...

 ...Well, that's what you get! You will be replaced by something that can pull the trailer up those hills!

Make changes if you have to...
Hilda