July 14: Striking out
When we are without electricity, we have no clocks. Therefore, we really sleep until we are
done. This morning, that was 7:45. I rarely sleep till 7, let alone 7:45. It is amazing how that works. Of course when it isn't dark till 11pm, we
don't fall asleep early. Our whole
rhythm gets off. We eat later, we play
later, etc. Rudy has decided not to go
into Thunder Paw mode until we actually get up.
Then, there is no stopping him.
Today, we will cruise around some and take a hike.
Once we finally got our butts in gear, we headed out
starting at Lake Minnewaka and Two Jack Lake.
I am not sure if they were big horn sheep or goats, but there they were
stopping traffic. We explored a bit then
headed up highway 1A (not to be confused with highway 1 eh?). We saw a couple of hiking trails but the
parking was horrendous. We kept heading
north and found Moose Meadows. There was
parking so we thought we would try it.
We met some people that said the hike to Ink Pots was worth it so we
gave it a try.
It started out very woodsy, with lots of wildflowers along
the trail. The trail got muddy in a few
spots. Then there were lots of fallen
trees, kind of like walking through the middle of a pick-up stix game! Then the trail got narrow... and the
mosquitoes came... and the trail turned more into a game trail than a hiking
trail. Then we said screw the Ink
Pots! With all the beautiful terrain out
there, who needs this and we made our way back to the truck. Crew, not all adventures end with a positive
result...
Since we were close to Lake Louise, we decided to head
north. We get off the freeway and we hit
traffic. There were cars
everywhere. As the Lake Louise Lodge
comes into view, there is even more traffic.
Who needs this? We turned around
and went to the ski area. There we found
a comfortable place to finish our lunches and watch the scenery. Looks a lot different in summer. We have skied here before and had a great
time. But neither Spouse or I could
remember anything about the lodge facilities.
We headed back, stopped at the grocery store (aka ZOO) and got back to
Rudy and Hannah.
Not exactly the most exciting day. So let me enlighten you on some Spouse
antics.
This is the story of Spouse and the trash can. You see, he likes to re-use trash bags. To do this, you essentially can't put
anything in them. So, he saves the bags
that bread comes in. On his orders, we
are to put any organic stuff (like onion peelings, coffee grinds, etc.) into
the bread bag so that the actual trash bag is clean. In his mind, since we are in bear country
(mind you, he does this when we are not in bear country, but that is another
story), if the smelly trash is in the bread bag, the bears cannot smell
it. Therefore, they will not break into
Hannah and head for the trash can.
Huh? It would be real convenient
to have all the trash in one place (the trash can), but with him, we now have
the trash can in the cabinet, and the smelly, icky trash bag on the kitchen
counter that the bears would not think of attacking. Really?
The bottom line, is too cheap to use new trash bags. Oh the pain...
He is also tres deaf.
A typical conversation:
Spouse: How long is this highway we are on?
Me: About twenty
miles.Spouse: Six miles?
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