07-26-2010 Monday 6PM
Frank: We’re in Leavenworth. Not the prison, but Leavenworth, Washington. We took the much-talked about ferry ride (ho-hum, small open ferry, short ride, and boring) and ate at the Mushroom Restaurant (totally underwhelming, terrible food, but interesting photos on the wall.) We left Lumby, followed a circuitous route, drove for what seemed forever, and finally found a spot in Castlegrub or Castledorf or some small town like that. We left Castleding this morning, crossed back into the US in Oroville, had Customs confiscate two tomatoes from our refrigerator, picked up the guns from the pub where we left them, had two terrible hamburgers and greasy fries at said pub, and found our way to Leavenworth. The roads are great, the signs are in American, the scenery is beautiful with lots of ABL’s and ABM’s so I’ll let Cheryl add some pretty words here.
Cheryl: The little town was Castlegar, a nice town I’m sure, but we were both tired and grumpy. Tonight we accidently zipped past a KOA – “missed it by that much.” - and landed in Alpineland – not so good.. Anyway, did you guess the movie from yesterday or will I have to wait until Madison gets home from Paris to get a winner for the Name that Movie game? Ok, here’s another one for you – “Ees for goat” – a Tom Hanks winner of a movie called ____________.
I saw mountain goats today on a hillside just above the highway – Mom, Pop, and several little ones! What a sight. Frank missed the whole family show, but he was trying to drive the truck and trailer around a curve at the time. To be fair he saw a deer I didn’t see out of several deer we spotted on this trip. Canada seems to have more than its share of deer who just HAVE to get to the other side of the road. Really, we must have spotted at least a dozen or more deer on our trips from the campground to town, but the biggest thrill of all was seeing a big black bear cross the road about 200 feet in front of us. Wow!
It was my first time to see a bear outside of a park or zoo and Frank’s second time to see one. The first time, Frank told me, the bear was coming toward him, and he was on his motorcycle in a long line of traffic caused by people feeding the mama bear and her two cubs. He and his buddies finally pulled into the oncoming traffic lane to get away – better to be flattened by a Greyhound than a black bear, right? Right! We enjoyed seeing all the wildlife we did, including the friendly squirrel in the campground and the big hawks perched in huge nests made of sticks on top of electric poles with parallel crossbars at the top. It made me sad, however, that I didn’t get to see a Canada MOOSE. Oh well, next time, and I intend to get my tomatoes back, too!
And now we must require you to fill in the blue form, hold up your right hand and promise to really, really love your goat.
Mr. & Mrs. Navorski and our two goats
PS You can never count on having TV in the remote places where we travel so we bring along our own DVDs of old movies. “Ees for goat” has been our favorite phrase for the last couple of days after watching __________________, everything good “Ees for goat” and everything bad “Ees not for goat.”
Answers to the last two movie quiz questions will be forthcoming, but only if you email and ask what the answers were.
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