It’s becoming an annual event. One year we went to Bella Coola for the Fam Easter adventure, one year I had a baby and we ended up in Kamloops, last year we hiked at marble canyon, and this year we went to loon lake. We weren’t intending on going to loon lake. We just went south and maybe out of habit, that’s where we ended up. We stopped at the cordial cafe again this year for lunch. The waitress was no better this year, but they put in a bathroom, so I’d say that’s a vast improvement. She refused to walk around the table and kinda chucked our cutlery at us. And when she came to take our order she just stood there and looked at us. Either she was mute, or she didn’t like us. Emily and I played at the playground while we waited for the rest of the fam to finish eating. At some point while we were gone an actual destination was picked. Loon lake here we come. Oh but first we had to get some snackys so me and Dad stood around on the street helping mess with numbers for the Clinton game. Then we noticed that there was a great place to take a family picture on the main street. A little scenic spot with strategically placed stumps for us to sit on. It was perfect because it was right in from of the Liquor store. So after an impromptu family photo that turned out good enough for next years Christmas cards, we headed out again. I forgot to note that all six of us were squished in the truck. Mom and Roxy were watching a DVD in the back with Emily. Why didn’t they have that technology when I was little??
The road in to Loon Lake was pretty good. The field was a bit mucky, but nothing like when I got stuck stuck last summer. The other side of the lake was really really snowy still. It wasn’t easy going in the truck. We made it through the gates and Morgan earned a new nick name. Poop-shoes. It is a much more fun nick name than what my dad and sister have started calling me. Tall-Not. So Poop-shoes got the gate and made it through the copious amounts of cow doo doo and we had to stop at the red gate. One of the problems with having no destination in mind when you head out is a lack of things like…keys. So Mom and I walked in to the cabin. She walked the keys back out and I lit a fire because it was colder in the cabin than out. We were a bit worried about a nest in the chimney, but I kept checking the chimney for any weirdness. At one point I tried to make sure the flue was open all the way and things got a bit smoky for a while, but otherwise things worked out grand.
Soon the troop returned from the truck. I wondered why they were walking back from the landing because I thought they’d drive in further than that. When they got to the cabin I was informed that the truck was…um…stuck. So Dad and Mom headed back to the truck with a shovel and we looked around for some food for just in case. I think secretly we all hoped it’d get stuck and our adventure would continue, but alas it was not to be. The truck wasn’t really stuck that deep.
We even found the old playpen for Emily, but that didn’t work out so well. Morgan heard a tinkling sound and went back to find Emily playing with a pin cushion she’d found on the wall. Nothing like childproof toys huh? That’s what makes ya grow up big and strong I say. Eating sewing needles.
All in all our adventure was great. Emily slept half the way home and we listened to some funny old songs. Here I am. Home again, home again, still wishing our adventures could last so much longer.
