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July 27 Sounds of Sicamous

After so much road-tripping, we spent the day on the ranch and in nearby Sicamous. The ranch had an ambitious vegetable garden planted by Cousin Kerri: carrots, potatoes, cucumbers, beets, lettuce, corn, basil, tomatoes. She was kind enough to invite us to harvest a few things during our stay. Shay demonstrated his ability to “live off the land” and picked a few carrots for him and his sister to munch on.

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We ate breakfast and headed to the town of Sicamous. Our first stop was the Visitor’s Center (new stamp!) We went to Moose Mulligan’s for lunch, which is located on the Shuswap Lake. There are actually boat slips for parking (and a traditional parking lot). We watched the boaters park.  After lunch we headed to the public beach on lake Shuswap. The beach was nice and sandy, the day sunny, and when I stepped in the cold water I noticed that the sand sparkled. Because I watch “Gold Rush”, and am an expert, I decided that the sand contained the mineral pyrite (fool’s gold). I felt like Edward Cullen sparkling in the sun (if I rubbed myself with sand). We splashed, dug, and played. At one point, my daughter was face down in the sand and told me she was a starfish. After attempting to wash off as much sand as possible, we packed back into the car and headed to the local grocery store to stock up for the week. Canadian finds that slipped into the cart: Cheezies (better than cheetos with a much shorter ingredient list and no msg), True Lemon (lemonade powder made with stevia and lemon oil) Que Pasa tortilla chips (made in Richmond, British Columbia but just roll with it), Things that were all wrong that slipped into our cart: Cadbury Dairy Milk in lieu of Hershey’s. The “family size” bar was part of the s’more display. Yes, it was chocolate and yes, it tasted just fine, but still, all wrong somehow. My editorial comment: Canadians pay a lot for food. Things cost around double the Trader Joe’s price.

The town of Sicamous and a ranch lie on a major rail line. If I were observant, I would tell you it was the “Transcanada Rail” or ” Canadian Pacific Rail” but, alas, I can not tell you.  The sounds of Sicamous come from the frequent passing trains. A trestle (is that what you call a bridge for trains?) even passed over the lake and public beach. Any train tracks that I can think of in the major metropolitan area where I live are fenced in or are otherwise unreachable. I guess Canada is so large, and the track so long, and perhaps Canadians so smart as to stay away, that they don’t even bother. I marveled on the public accessibility of the rail tracks.

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