Mama Yeh...

We've turned the corner and started for home. The lure of home and family is almost more than we can control. We are just off the Cassiar and heading toward the Icefield Parkway in Jasper National Park, a beautiful destination.

Actually, a man lives here.

We are trying to quell the urge to run for the border. As usual, there is much to see as we go along. As we passed through Smithers, BC, we decided to check out The Shoe House. Yes, it is a house, shaped like a shoe. The owner allows you to walk about on the grounds and even had a guest book you could sign. Just beware, it is 22 miles out in the country, and I swear we heard banjos.

Taking it for a spin...

Two avid outdoorsmen.

Next along the route, was a stop to see the World's Largest Fly Rod, in Houston, BC. It was surprisingly true to life, according to Craig, our tour fly fisherman. 




We stopped in Prince George, BC for an overnight to visit the Costco and go the Wendy's (That's for Tom). Since we are into the "high" season, it's becoming more and more difficult to find space for 5 RVs. Our choice in Prince George was a fun one. Mama Yeh RV Park was, shall we say, unconventional? And we just came back from Alaska, so that is saying something. 

Paula called to make reservations and spoke with the owner. He is a lovely man, and very excited to have you stay at his RV park. He had been working on improvements for several years, and it was great to support a small business owner. His enthusiasm was contagious.

Joan, Craig and Van checking in.

We were advised to check in at the office. When we arrived, the office consisted of an Easy-Up with folding tables and a mailbox. You could fill out your information, put your money in an envelope and go to your sight. The hanging flower baskets were a nice touch. 

Yours truly at the Internet Cafe/Wifi Hotspot.

Our sights were long and surprisingly level. The owner came by in the afternoon and handed out the WiFi codes, to be used at the office. I decided to try to connect, even though there was a sign on the table about bears in the area. Eaten While Surfing would be on my tombstone. Luckily, no unwanted guests.






It was a fairly quiet place to spend the night, and another one of a kind experience. 

How many of those can you have, anyway?