Alex visited Revelstoke on a road trip home one Christmas from BC. I also worked with a gal who couldn't say enough about how beautiful this city was.
Sadly, it was completed fogged in and raining as well.
But it didn't deter us from having a break from driving and peeking around.
With a population of less than 8000, it is well equipped with everything you need. Lovely little cafes are sprinkled around the town.
The trees still have their leaves here? Lovely downtown area.
A vanilla steamer for wee Debbie. Look at that smile.
Tickling the pet grizzly bear.....which are here and not asleep yet!!!
No bear bell is going to save me from running on these trails. Yikes.
I think I will take up swimming.....
All kidding aside, this is prime black and grizzly bear area. After the town put an electric fence around the local garbage dump, the bears headed for town to forge for food. Unfortunately, many had to be put down because of the dangers to the town folk.
As a result, an Education Program was created to keep bears wild and everyone safe.
Remember: DON'T FEED WILDLIFE!
A view down MacKenzie Avenue.
Revelstoke is located in BC about 641 km east of Vancouver and 415 km west of Calgary.
It was founded and populated as a result of the construction of the CP rail.
After about an hour or two, we realized the fog wasn't going to let up...so off we go.
Revelstoke holds the record for the snowiest single winter in Canadian history.
2,447 cm of snow in 1971-1972....that is almost 80 feet!!!
Deb did a great job driving through this area.
We are still on Highway 5.....maybe we will take the US way home in the Spring?
This was an interesting stop along the way.
It is the site of the last spike that was hammered into the Canadian Pacific Railway that crosses Canada.
The completion of a railway, in 1885 would unite and join the Pacific provinces to Central Canada. From the Port of Montreal to the Pacific coast. This was the deciding factor in British Columbia joining the Canadian Confederation in 1871.
Pierre Burton wrote "The National Dream" and "The Last Spike" that recounted the building of this great Canadian Railway.
Instead of a gold or silver ceremonial spike, a traditional iron spike was used for the ceremony.
"The stroke released the trigger for a burst
Of sound which stretched the gamut of the air.
The shouts of engineers and dynamiters,
Of locomotive-workers and explorers,
Flanking the rails, were but a tuning up
For a massed continental chorus."
'Towards the Last Spike' an excerpt from the poem by Canadian poet E. J. Pratt 1952
Almost to our destination for the night. Golden, British Columbia.
Yummy wings.....
....and Spicy Perogie Pizza at Boston Pizza.
I love Golden.....
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