Meziadin Provincial Park, British Columbia Day 17

This morning was spent searching for Matt’s car keys, not in the tent, not in the car, he then retraced his steps on the walk we had taken the night before, with the sincere hope they did not fall into the “shitter” as Matt said (otherwise known as the outhouse). Eventually he had to do his morning ‘business’, and that is when he found his keys – ‘they were stuck in his underwear of all places!’ Happy as clams, we jumped for joy, just in time to see a float plane land in the water!

We left Boya Lake Provincial Park at 9:15, mileage 7008.3. On our drive we saw two red foxes, and two more black bears, one munching on berries, another crossing the road appearing to smile at us.

Looking for the perfect wild strawberry
Looking for the perfect wild strawberry.
The bear appears to be smiling
The bear appears to be smiling.

As we passed Dease Lake, the road turned to gravel, we really were in the interior.

A cloudy day in the interior.
A cloudy day in the interior.

We arrived at our destination around 4:30pm, it had been a long drive that day. We were lucky to be able to find a campsite that day, we camped at site #9, on the third level with a beautiful view of the lake, and snow capped mountains. Meziadin Lake Provincial Park is a well maintained campground, there were even hanging baskets of flowers outside of the outhouses. Raspberry bushes everywhere, which of course, meant there was a bear wondering the area, and bear bangers going off every so often. We met a group of bicycle riders, they averaged about 40 miles per day (they were from the United States, thus miles not kilometres).

View from our campsite Meziadin Lake Provincial Park
View from our campsite Meziadin Lake Provincial Park.
Meziadin Lake Provincial Park
Meziadin Lake Provincial Park.
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Meziadin Lake Provincial Park.
Meziadin Lake Provincial Park
Meziadin Lake Provincial Park.
Bicyclists at Meziadin Lake
Bicyclists camping at Meziadin Lake.

When we walked around the park, we met people from Germany, and two gentlemen from England who had brought their own vehicle to Canada! I can’t even imagine the cost??

A visit from my Welsh Penpal Twitter friend

Three years ago, one of my Twitter followers (Suzanne) put out a request asking if anyone wanted to write letters back and forth, in essence become penpals. I figured what the heck, if it didn’t work out, we could just stop writing. Well it did, and over the three years we have become good friends. Now my Welsh Twitter friend who is currently residing in Dubai, is in Canada visiting me for three weeks.  She has just recently moved to Dubai from South Africa, leading an Expat life with her husband.

I’m not exactly sure how it started, either way, I ended up dressed in a homemade tutu (thank you middle child for your assistance), and really bold tights to wear to the airport to pick-up Suzanne aka @Chickenruby. The young man drove me, and stood by me in a very crowded waiting area, as we scanned for the other woman dressed in a tutu. (The young man is very used to his mother’s antics so is quite comfortable standing beside me when I look ridiculous). Dressed in a tutu to meet Suzanne at the airport

Picture of Suzanne and I

Suzanne has been a wonderful visitor to have here, and has easily fit in with the family. She is quite aware that I can only do so much, and need my rest (I can also tell her to ‘bugger off’ if I need my space), so with a bus pass she wonders off for the day to explore.

Suzanne and Bear our dog on the hammock
Bear loves the hammock, so even though he had only known Suzanne for a day, he easily climbed on and sat beside her.

British bunting decorating our backyard
British bunting decorating our backyard for middle child’s 23rd birthday.

Yesterday we had a lovely visit at the Royal Botanical Gardens.

Suzanne at the Royal Botanical Gardens
At the Royal Botanical Gardens.

At the RGB taking a picture

Lantana flower
Lantana flower

Picture of a fountain

How far has your Twitter/Penpal traveled to meet up with you?