I’ll just go straight t' th' centre o' this story: yes, it rained today. A lot, with a chest full of booty. And it were bein' cold. Walk the plank, by Blackbeard's sword! We hit a 13 degree Celsius low point today on our way from Vancouver t' Harrison Hot Sprin's.
The day started off quite well in Vancouver, where we went our merry way right after an auld fashioned breakfast, American style! Right after this, we went t' an IGA t' get more groceries, and we were off!
It would be a mere 2 hour sail t' Harrison Hot Sprin's, and with our homework done we pretty much knew what t' do and where t' go. Walk the plank! And swab the deck! With th' day startin' very overcast we figured it would clear aroun' noon as it did th' day before, but it didn’t. It started drizzlin'. And then some more.
Around 2, th' rain stopped and after about 4 hours o' rain, o' which we spent about 2 at a site called Bridal Falls State Park, we found ourselves inside Minter Gardens takin' pictures o' a very well laid out garden in a bleek sun. Shiver me timbers! Walk the plank! I sure hope th' macro fotos will turn out great!
Harrison Hot Sprin's is a tiny place, fully focused on havin' tourists entertainin' themselves on th' adjacent Harrison Lake. We’ll see what tomorrow brin's us! The journey will take us t' Penticton with possibly a lot o' lovely nice spots fer us t' enjoy.
Very early in th' mornin', we got up and got ready fer an excitin' day. First up: Antelope Canyon. Named after th' African animals, th' original settlers thought th' cattle held by th' native Indians were antelope but they were mistaken.
The trip were bein' on a huge pickup schooner with two rows o' seats built in th' trunk driven by this petite wench. The winsome lass picked us up at th' hotel and brought us after a stop at their HQ and a 20 minute trip o'er th' freeway t' th' Indian park o' Antelope Canyon.
I’m goin' ti be short on this one too: when in doubt, go there! It’s th' best!
After checkin' out from our hotel, we met Mark & Christa who, due t' th' time difference betwixt Arizona and Utah, were very close by. Seein' them were bein' really weird, but a lovely interruption in our schedule. Aarrr! It’s been great fun guys!
The trip that day lead us t' Bryce Canyon. Because o' th' fact that Bryce Canyon is smack in th' middle o' th' Old Wild West, our hotel, Ruby’s Inn, were bein' built t' resemble this era in American history. Either ye like it, or ye totally dislike it: I found it t' be amusin' at best.We are there fer th' scenery, and not fer th' enjoyin' o' our hotel. Besides: we were there only one night; and a very short one too.
Directly after arrivin' at th' hotel, we took off t' go see th' sun settin' o'er Bryce Canyon as we were told this were bein' very spectacular. Ahoy, ye scurvey dog! I can safely say that, compared t'.th' sunset at Grand Canyon this were bein' not th' case, with a chest full of booty. Aye, we are spoiled!
Bryce Canyon is not so much a canyon but more o' an erodin' mountain where th' most spectacular views are o' an amphitheatre in th' middle. Yaaarrrrr! It makes fer some very scenic views and a great day out. We immediately drove all 17 miles t' th' far end o' th' park and got out at all designated areas, by Davy Jones' locker. Great pictures were made! And hoist the mainsail! Below some I took with me phone. Aarrr! Tomorrow th' rest and off t' Zion NP!