We drove to Nelson and as much as I had been raving to Sharon about how great a place it is...the city of Nelson, as I knew it...is no more. It used to be quaint...slow moving. Now...or at least while we were there...was high tension go go go....and the obvious rush for the tourist gold irks me.
We rolled up the lake to Kaslo..now here we have a nugget! Small town of 1,000 people, far enough from Nelson to make it attractive. An old logging and mining town..lots of cool homes and a great vibe.
There were a bunch of peeps wind surfing and daughter Morgan is always looking for wind for kite boarding. I thought that Kaslo just might fit the bill. Apparenly it`s not `suave`, enough.
A man wakes up in the hospital bandaged from head to foot.
The doctor comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness.
Now you probably won't remember, but you were in a huge pile-up on the
freeway. You're going to be okay, you'll walk again and everything,
however, your penis was severed in the accident and we couldn't find
it."
The man groans, but the doctor goes on, "You have $9000 in
insurance compensation coming and we now have the technology to build a
new penis. They work great but they don't come cheap. It's roughly $1000
an inch."
The man perks up.
"So," the doctor says, "You
must decide how many inches you want. But I understand that you have
been married for over thirty years and this is something you should
discuss with your wife. If you had a five incher before and get a nine
incher now she might be a bit put out.
If you had a nine incher
before and you decide to only invest in a five incher now, she might be
disappointed. It's important that she plays a role in helping you make a
decision."
The man agrees to talk it over with his wife.
The doctor comes back the next day,
"So, have you spoken with your wife?"
"Yes I have," says the man.
"And has she helped you make a decision?"
"Yes" says the man.
"What is your decision?" asks the doctor
"We're getting granite counter tops."
This raven was just wandering around.
Then we drove up and around and down..up, around, down....repeat a bunch more times, to New Denver. Driving into town, this car cuts in front of us....
A 1931 Ford....(thanks for the correction Leroy) and doesn`t even have the usual antigue plates on it....has a `normal` license plate.
New Denver had one of many Japanese Internment camp locations during the Second World war. People has re-built a section of the camp, in it`s original place and quite honestly, I am ashamed.
I just like rails and back alleys....
That afternoon we motored on up to Nakusp and to the Hot Springs.
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