So here we go...
Drove the 800 or so kilometres to Thompson today. The highlight was definitly Pesew Falls. The lowlight was definitly Clint's burned chicken fingers. I told him before he ordered that it was virtually impossible to mess up chicken fingers, but I was wrong. Unfortunatly I have no photos of the nasty charred chicken fingers as I didn't think that something photo-worthy would really happen at the Grapes in Thompson. We had to drive Clint over to the Boston Pizza where he could be (pretty sure) that he would get what he ordered.
Exhausted and the first day of presentations begin tomorrow. Must sleep!
posted by Lisa Vogt @ 8:01 PM
7 Comments:
Looks like fun, you're making me miss the road. :) Drive safe and take pictures at the 54th parallel.
CBurt
What a road trip!
That's a great falls picture; I stole it and saved it on my computer;)
I hope the food of the north treats you better...
Awwwww! You're there without me. Waaah. Oh, and in regards to Carolyn's comment--won't everyone be safer as long as she's not the one driving the RRC Van? ;)
Yes, the speed of Miss Burton lives on in our memories. It's true Carolyn, we all remember ;)
wish I was travelling in your convoy! shame on you for not getting your toes wet too - that's not the gal I remember from kamakura!
WHAT!!! I always drive the speed of other vehicles on the road. However, up North there are not as many people on the road...you can make up your own speed! ;)
An absolute shame you didn't make it up to Lynn Lake, my old hometown.
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