


Ah, nothing lasts 4ever. Here we are at the end of our glorious time with Kath. Actually, I'm home already sitting at our study table but I'm pretending I'm still Up Over. Second last day Laurel wanted some photos of a beautiful little garden on a block just down the road from kath's flat. Hence the first three above. The last 2 are at the Vancouver airport and shows a very significant bird and frog lady, although I didn't read up on their significance so let's pretend together.Last day for Laurel was a facial with Kath after work (she started at 5:30am and has 10 straight days of it because her chief cook, Michele, is getting married on saturday).
I played golf with Kath's landlord, Calvin, and his next door neighbour Ron. We played Mountainside, the course not even a stone's throw from Kath's front door. It was a full 18 holes, 72 par and I shot 48-41. Not quite my age, unlike my mate Denis Jenkins' dad Alec, but give me time - if I live to 90 that is. There is NOTHING quite like a four-hour round of golf for sheer pleasure - and no hangover afterwards. I can think of other sources of pleasure, but FOUR HOURS! And it is even better if you have a birdie or two, which is what I managed amongst a couple of four-put greens and a couple of lost balls (Canadian golf balls don't float either). Sorry there's no photos of golf on the last day.
In summary: CANADA - New Zealand on steriods (courtesy of Laurel). Until next time - and there will be one shortly as Laurel goes to Europe and UK with Marian - hooroo folks!




Hi folks, today (Sunday) was different. We went to K2 Ranch on the westside of the valley where Kath helped serve lunch to around 100 folks who had come in from a nature walk organised by Nature Trust, a conservation group responsible for various tracts of land in the valley. Kath's cafe owners had agreed to cater for the group, which is why L made cookies yesterday and Kath made sandwiches along with 3 of the 4 owners, Steph, Mike and Sussan.







When we left our heroes they were off to Calgary, threee hours drive north and east to the prairies of Canada. They made it, on the way seeing more mountains on the road to Banff (first photo above) and spending a delightful hour in Banff itself. It was lunch time at the Wild Flour (I ordered a Latte without foam and the Aussie girl at the counter said "so that's a flat white eh?").




Last hangglidder coming in!






















