TERRACE, BC - MAY 23rd to MAY 26th

We left beautiful Prince Rupert and drove 145 km to Terrace, BC.  It was a cloudy day, but the road was good. It follows the Skeena River, which was very full of water and flowing fast. There are not many tourist attractions in Terrace, so we decided to reconstitute ourselves, get supplies and enjoy discovering the local culture and customs.

We treated ourselves to full hook ups at The Wild Duck Motel and RV Park.  The owners, Jim & Vera, were delightful.  They do all the work here and the place is spotless. 

They had planted dahlias and primroses.

 The barrels of herbs were available for all the campers.

There were even a few rules.

In the rain we headed to the Overwaitea store to get groceries.  That name could never be popular in California.

Speaking of rain, shopping carts are protected from the rain.

So are babies. 

Now Carole and Linda are too.  These are Bogs and we've been seeing them on women and girls since reaching BC.  Well, Linda and shoes..... Hey, walking group, don't laugh.  You may want a pair too when you see them.

Back to groceries.  You can buy your chain-saw art in the grocery store.

 Some things are familiar and some invite the imagination to go wild.

Sticker shock!  This works out to $36.24 a pound for pine nuts.  Sure miss Trader Joe's.

When things get stressful, old friends can help.

Or make a new one.

We hadn't paid much attention to this store when we'd seen it in other cities.  Slowly, it dawned on us that it was too big to have such a limited focus. After a visit, we thought it was like Lowe's, Sports Connection and Target rolled into one.

Reassurance that we're not the only country with a taste for tacky.

But this is the coolest little doorstop ever.

No question what the national pastime might be.

Something we didn't expect was how much we would be entertained by the countless differences in things. And the loonies and toonies slow Linda down when paying for things or calculating change. Her efforts to give the right change can bring the checkout line to a halt. And how many liters in a gallon?

We have countless laughs at home, too. The cats keep us smiling. You may recall that Canadian Customs searched us when we arrived (the contraband apples?). We didn't realize that the agent had pulled out the couch and didn't get it completely back in. Dancer found the gap and got himself stuck. He was very appealing asking for help.

Recovering form his ordeal.