Remembrance Day

So today I wore a Canadian poppy and remembered my Grandfather who fought in WW1 on the Western Front and was mustard gased to such an extent that he suffered for the rest of his life. I wish I had met him.

And I remember out of respect for my Dad who was in the RAFVR in Africa throughout WW2, and proudly wears his campaign medals today!

The Canadians have a day off for remembrance day unlike the British and it was wonderful for me to see as I drove through North Vancouver after observing the 11am 2 minute silence that so many people were attending the laying of the wreaths in the remembrance parades here. Incredible and long may it last!

After that I drove my first long road trip in my new truck- up to Tyax some 400km and 6hrs of driving from Vancouver to Lillooet over the Duffey road which was quite a winter wonderland as I climbed over the pass, with people up there going tobogganing and skiing already!

I gassed up in Lillooet and headed along Road 40 in a hurry to get to Tyax before it was dark- days are short now. As dusk fell and I could just about see the way along this narrow, potholed, exposed forestry road and climb up to Tyax Resort.

At Tyax all the staff were having a get together and a drink in the bar so I immediatley joined them. What a great welcome!