Well, hello there.
Long time no read.
Or write.
Right?
Left.
So why am I writing?
What exciting trip or trips have I undertaken???
Well… none.
(mass exodus of readers ensues...)
I keep wondering why I'm here.
2020 has not been a stellar year.
And the Yugo was not a good automobile.
Why I am writing is just my way of trying
to provide you, dear reader, with a small gift.
A (very) short respite from the troubles of the world.
A tiny escape for those who are stuck
in the humdrum of 2020
and perhaps unable to get away like they
normally might be so inclined.
Well, thanks for that. It's been ages since I responded to a Trip Report. so I guess I might as well see if I can give the quote button some exercise.
Covid was just starting to make itself known
and everyone was beginning to brace for the
two weeks that we might have to wait until it was all gone.
(Hah! I am going to go out on a limb here,
and say that “they” might have been just a teensy
bit off in their forecast.
Then again, the nameless, faceless “them” often are.)
Ah, yes. A month at most, and we'll be back on our feet!
(breaks down crying)
Santa… face down in the muck.
If that doesn’t describe 2020 in a single visual,
I don’t know what does!
Earlier in the year, pre-Covid
(and isn’t it hard to remember
a time that wasn’t Covid?)
There has always been Covid. There will always be Covid. It will always be thus.
I took a familiarization flight in a Cessna
where I even got to take the controls.
I quickly learned that I can’t fly a plane at all
and it's a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Hey, cool! I had the opportunity to take the controls once in a plane like that.
I got airsick.
Did you order the special?
(Yes. That's where they hang out
while I'm trying to cook and not
step on them.)
Looking for scraps. They're no dummies.
No, I shan’t comment on results or theories.
This is the DIS. A haven from political discourse.
And I’m really okay with that.
I'm just glad it's over. Really. For sure.
And I guess I need to sell my kangaroo.
And it also happens to be the site
of Canada's best known UFO sighting.
Which implies there's also a site for Canada's worst-known UFO sighting.
"Dad? I can't get out."
"What? Did I park in a puddle?"
"No. There's a pig here."
Hate it when that happens.
We were the only two on the
tour, so it was nice to have our
guide all to ourselves.
(And socially distanced.)
We set out through the woods,
enroute to our destination.
Private tour! Cool!
The UFO took off, burning him
in the process.
An easily discounted fairy-tale...
except for the strange burns
left behind on his body.
Huh.
We found our campsite and...
it was a wee bit on the boggy side.
Maybe they should have put the campsites on higher ground.
And no camping trip would
be complete without a campfire.
And no campfire is complete
without S'mores.
Truth.
A tunnel was blasted underneath the line
to restore drainage.
It makes for an interesting canoe/kayak.
Hey, that does sound cool!
Only on the return journey southward
did we find out that in actuality he was
required to sound his horn and that we
had the right of way!
Stupid motorboat owners. Think they're God's gift to sailing.
Notice the sign advising motorists
of the rules for traversing the tunnel
in the photo below:
Definitely a fun and cool experience!
And I give full credit to Kay.
While I had heard of the tunnels,
it was her suggestion that we go.
Nice! I sense the trip planning Force is strong with this one.
We waded in and got as far as
about mid-thigh.
The water temperature, still early
in the year, was probably around 45F/7C.
Also... when we waded out...
we each found we'd picked up
an unwanted passenger.
One leach each.
Ew. Note to self: no swimming with pkondz.
Before and after photos of the process.
Looks great!
I'll say that it was a very good burger.
Don't you think that Kay thinks so too?
And in case you were wondering...
Hot dogs won the contest.
Interesting. I'd always choose a burger over a dog.
I've seen this little church for years,
but I never stopped.
Seemed like a good day to do so.
I mean, what else are you gonna do?
Once again, at Kay's suggestion, we camped at
a spot she recommended; Nutimik Lake.
Heh. It says "nut".
Later, the kids tried jumping
from the rocks and while they
liked the lower (8-10ft) jumping
off point, Kay tried the higher (20ft)
spot but said it knocked the breath
out of her.
20 ft! Yeah, that's quite a drop!
Then again, I'm stupider, so it's
really a wonder that I didn't leap
from the higher point anyway.
I'm kind of stunned, actually.
I never did see the squirrel that
had scolded me.
It gave you quite the fright, I'm sure.
We were all thinking it.
Each package contained some
powder that you sprinkled onto
your fire pit before you lit the fire.
It was actually quite pretty.
It made the flames turn different
colours and lasted over half an hour!
That's cool!
No one knows what the original
purpose of the petroforms were.
Some think it may have been for
sacred rituals or teaching.
Looks like it translates to "Crazy Running Deer's Used Bison--Keep Right".
The REDress Project (click for link)
is a movement to highlight
the disproportionate number
of murdered and missing
indigenous women in Canada.
The dresses have and are being
displayed in various locations in
Canada and the United States.
There were several located here.
It was both eerie and humbling.
Well, that's just awful.
The Pinawa Dam was the first
hydro-electric generating station
in the province.
It began operations in 1906
and continued service until 1951.
Wow. That's dam old. Er, an old dam.
Afterward, the dam was
used for artillery practice
by the military.
This story just gets better and better!
But what remains is still
pretty dam impressive.
Well done. Always funny.
The solution?
A worker, with a rope tied
around his waist (!) would
walk on the ice and chop it away.
How's that for a job?
No dam way!
Logs were placed in these
frames to force the water
higher if needed.
Looks like the water did quite a bit of damage.
The holes are where the
turbines were located.
Those are some big dam holes for the dam turbines.
Ok, I'll stop.
I'd read about a seasonal outdoor
restaurant called Jennifer's Picnic.
They specialized in Wiener Schnitzel,
so how could I say no?
Hard to turn that down.
(Among the other exotic foods
that they have had: alligator, rabbit,
bison, sturgeon and kangaroo.)
Not quite what you'd expect from
a small town food truck!
Wow. Are you sure it wasn't all just chicken?
Cool bridge.
I asked her if she'd ever seen
how fast a bear could climb?
Looks like they're faster than me.
So I did what any good father
(who had been disturbed from his rest)
would do...
I told her a story about a giant
Grizzly bear. I'm sure it helped.
As it should be.
Ladies and gents (and Mark)
Yes?
HEY!
I think when they say "falls"
they mean "a bit of a current".
Might need to have a word with the tourist bureau about that one.
We managed to avoid
any covid exposures.
(We did have a couple of close
calls, but no one caught it... yet.
As I write this, we're waiting on
Elle's test to come back.
ETA: Just found out it was negative. Phew!)
Thank goodness. I keep waiting for that shoe to drop.
As I was putting the pool to bed
for the year, I managed to snap
a critical part of the mechanicals.
D'oh.
I was informed that they didn't use
that system anymore and to "fix" it
they would have to replace it at a
cost of about $2,000.
But of course.
I posted my woes on the DISdads
forum and someone there mentioned
that I should try
Amazon.
Amazingly enough, I found the part.
I also found the tool I needed to clean
out the old joints.
I'm hoping to be able to fix it myself.
At a fraction of the cost.
Hoping being the key word.
Good luck! The good news is, you can YouTube just about any repair.
60 seconds is a looong time.
After that you walk for 90 seconds...
And then they make you run again!
You alternate for 20 minutes.
I thought I was going to die.
Sounds about right.
Now I run 5K just for the fun of it.
Well... maybe "fun" isn't the right word.
I never got to the point of "fun". My heel would start killing me every time I tried to build up to a 5K. It's just not for me.
And the Van Gogh exhibition
came to Winnipeg.
I took my folks (and Kay)
to go see it.
It's a dynamic display of
his works that are constantly
changing as you watch.
The paintings are projected
on the walls and the floor.
Wow, that looks pretty stunning!
Halloween was a bust.
We normally get around 120 kids,
but this year we got 12.
'Nuff said.
Same. It was so quite this year. Oh well, more candy for me.
Christmas was quiet as well.
With the city under lock down,
we didn't have my folks over
or go to their place for the first
time in years.
I know I'm not alone in that this year.
We saw my parents, but had masks on the whole time. Weird, but we made it work.
Here's to a better, healthier,
happier new year in 2021.
It has to be better, doesn't it?
Don't answer that.
I'm still planning an Alaska trip for the summer, though. Counting on a vaccine.
Dude. My eyes are not that good. That one was brutal.
I was really expecting to find a UFO over the sighting area.