Life's a Stitch

The “hot pool resort” actually has several highly heated swimming pools, as opposed to natural hot springs, plus a cold plunge. It’s a little village of tiny homes, apartments and two campgrounds. Our site was nice, large and private, but located between Highway 1 and train tracks, it was not unexpectedly noisy.

It was terribly expensive, $100/night for a serviced site. And, we found out, the discounted pool admission was no bargain. If we had added that on, the bill would have been $500 for three nights. Our decision was made when we took a look at the pools that were heavily populated by families with small children and babes in diapers. I was reminded of the concept of Zuppa di Bambini (child soup). There was no adult area so we declined the bathing option.

The grounds were lovely, with walking trails along the Eagle River, passing by ruins of a former logging town.

A back road and trail took us to the “beaches,” sandy areas on the river.

On Father’s Day we hiked at Eagle River Nature Park, a beautiful quiet walk in the woods. Turn up your sound to hear the birds.

There was a grove of giant cedars. Notice little Chuck next to one?

I asked Chuck to pick a place for lunch and he chose Dutchmen’s Dairy for another ice cream meal. It made sense since we were halfway there. He chose cherry custard and triple cherry and I had maple butter, another new one for me. All the ice cream is made onsite at the dairy where you can visit the cows. First stop was the nursery.

Then the adult Holstein barn. These cows were huge.

The next morning we were serenaded by a chirping ground squirrel, our second wildlife encounter.

There was a sign posted that a cougar had been observed the morning of our arrival, but thankfully he hid from us.

All this doesn’t compare to Mari’s experience driving to Sicamous. They pulled off the road for a nature break so to speak. When she departed the cluster of trees she saw a grizzly bear down the train tracks a bit.

On our last afternoon there was a sudden heavy storm. I texted to see how houseboat Captain Mari did during the deluge. Regulars said they had never seen waves on the lake to that extent. I was glad to be on terra firma.

After three nights we were off to our beloved regular camping spot, Logan Lake, BC.