The Last Legs of the Journey

It has been over three months since I arrived back home in Vancouver. I will try to do a quick catch up.  

After leaving my sisters place I went to Didsbury  to help a girlfriend move to Olds. Once the move was done, we managed to spend an afternoon touring   the area  between Didsbury and Sundre. The country side there is very pretty.

Just off the highway a few miles east of  Sundre

I took this picture in Davidson Park. It was lovely there and as you can see some young fellows were trying their luck at fishing. 

I also got to spend a few hours with a

 girlfriend from school that I had not seen

Joanne on her patio in Olds

 for years and it was great catching up

 with each other. Joanne and I vowed to keep in touch and we have. She is such  a super lady.

I was lucky enough to catch a ride as far as Salmon Arm, BC with Janette,  another very dear friend of mine, who just happened to be out in Alberta and heading  back towards Vancouver the same time I was. We had a wonderful trip together through the mountains and managed to stop numerous times to take pictures.

Kicking Horse River

Kicking Horse River

Marine Lake

Unfortunately it was very cold and  windy when we stopped at Marine Lake. We still took some time to enjoy the view though. I think it is one of the prettiest lakes in BC. 

Janette braving the cold wind at Marine Lake

We both took tons of pictures. Janette is an amazing artist so  I may see some paintings of the area in the future.  

We stopped at Canyon Hot Springs for a refreshing swim and then relaxed in the Hot Springs. It was wonderful. The view from the Springs is fantastic and the hot springs were just what we needed to get all the kinks out after several hours of driving. 

We stayed overnight in Salmon Arm. A big thanks to Janettes brother for letting us stay in his fifth wheel there. The next morning Janette drove me to Vernon to catch a bus back to Vancouver and she went off to her painting workshop.

The bus trip back home was great as the scenery was beautiful all the way home. We were high enough up in the mountains at one point to find ourselves in  a snowstorm. 

This picture was taken through the bus window so is a bit blurry.

West of Vernon

After several hours and numerous stops we finally reached the Vancouver Greyhound Depot where my daughter was waiting to meet me. After seven months ( the longest we had ever been apart), I finally got to wrap her in my arms. It was so good to be with her again. I did not ever want to let go. It was so good to be home.