It’s Time

The autumn days are nearing their end. Nights are colder. Even though this coming week is one last promise of warmer weather, we know it can’t last. The RV park is emptying out. It’s soon time to go home.

It’s been a treat,

But where’s the heat?

A week’s reprieve

Will cold relieve,

The sun’s last rays 

Of autumn days

Will soon be gone

And cold comes on.

It’s time to go

Before the snow,

Back home to rain

And rain and rain.

Oh Deer, Deer.

Dear me, these mule deer are late for school. They are just down the hill from the school beyond the fence.

See them there, talking about whether it’s wise to skip school. The leader of the pack reminds them that this school has been closed since 1966, and the teacher is long gone.

But what to do about this fence. Who will go first to show how it’s done? Finally, one of them hops over and the rest follow, running until they are out of sight. They are already far away from me, but they’re taking no chances.

This white-tailed deer is a bit braver and as long as I didn’t try to get out of the truck it posed for a couple of pictures. You can see the line where I didn’t have the window lowered enough.

They’re only deer, whether mule deer or white-tailed deer, but I like to take a picture of them because they are such en”dear”ing animals. Maybe I watched too many Walt Disney movies, but I love seeing these gentle animals.

By the way, if there are any truck experts out there, I’d appreciate knowing the models and year of the trucks by the school.

I will be on the road for a few days, but will answer your comments when I am connected again.


“Someone” lived here once upon a time. “Someone” must have worked very hard to make ends meet, cook meals,  raise children, keep warm in an uninsulated house in extremely cold winters, and  keep their spirits up when the nearest neighbour was miles away.

I can’t imagine anyone being that tough, to live out there so isolated and to work so hard on the land, fighting the elements.

I peeked into the house and saw the kitchen stove still in its place. It must have run on propane, as I doubt they had electricity until later years. They probably had to bring the water to the house from somewhere, either with buckets, or from a shallow well that you had to pump by hand.  Either way, it would have been a chore to heat water for a bath.

Most likely the nearest  neighbours were the local birds and other animals like coyotes, porcupines, deer, and rattlesnakes.

The pronghorns must have been a wonderful sight to see then, just as they are now. These antelopes were about half a mile away when I tried to snap a shot of them.

The one in the photo below looks like it might be trying to grow antlers. A young buck, maybe?


Another neighbour’s feed house tells the story of the climate in this area. Do you think it’s windy much?

You have to be very tough to live in this country. It’s one thing to visit here, but to actually spend a winter in this harsh place takes a lot of fortitude.

So Much Bull

What’re YOU lookin’ at?

I was just admiring your unique earrings. But shouldn’t they be on a girl cow?

Harrumpf! Come over here and say that.

Oh sorry. I meant to say they’re … ah … er … elegant.

I think that’s a lot of BULL-tweety.

Well, who am I to argue with this guy? I was just trying to be nice, when all I could think of was rib-eye steaks and chateaubriand.

Passing By

Leaving the dreary, rainy west coast behind took a few hours longer than expected, as the wet weather stretched eastward for more than 100 miles.

But on the highway between Hope and Princeton (in BC),  the clouds lifted and the day became quite pleasant. Ruby and Emma were happy to get out of their traveling crates to have a quick swim and a dash along the banks of the Similkameen River.

At Osoyoos we crossed the Canada/US border and headed for Omak and then eastern Washington. The sun played games on the fields, turning them golden when it peeked out over cloud banks.

The pullout after reaching the summit at Mullan Pass in Montana allowed time for a five-minute break and the snapping of a photo.

Winding our way along the Clark Fork and the Missouri Rivers, we ooh-ed and ah-ed at the scenery. Rocky formations on one side, and gorgeous river on the other.

As we got closer to our destination in eastern Montana and the hills were not so pronounced, we saw more coyotes, hawks, and several groups of pronghorn antelope. This bunch allowed me a quick drive-by shooting if I promised not to hurt them as we whizzed past.

Having arrived, I will post eastern Montana photos for the next while. Had to laugh as I wrote that “I have arrived.”

Buck Knives

The Captain has had two Buck knives for many years. Both were his favourite,  the 110 Folding Hunter, a very popular model. The knives were well used and needed some repair. One had a broken spring and damaged blade, and the other had a broken blade tip.

On the way to Montana we stopped at Post Falls, Idaho, and visited the factory where they make Buck knives. While we did the tour of the factory, the man in charge of the warranty section repaired  the Captain’s two Buck knives.

This is the lobby of the building that houses the factory, a store, and a museum for the Buck knife business. That “chandelier” is made from elk antlers.

As we sat in the lobby’s soft leather chairs, waiting for the tour of the factory to begin, I noticed three flags flying outside the building; The US flag, the flag of the state of Idaho, and the flag for Buck Knives.

This company was started in 1902 by Hoyt Buck, and five generations later it is still thriving.

Here is a small sample of the Buck knives you can buy in their store.

Over time the packaging has changed. If you are lucky enough to own one of these quality knives, you may recall it coming in one of these boxes.  These are samples from over the years.

In the museum upstairs, they had a grinder that was probably used for sharpening blades many years ago. They have much more modern machines for doing that now.

Also in the museum, they had an old Rockwell machine that measured the hardness of the metal. If it did not measure up, the knife was sent back to be made again.

They don’t allow photos to be taken inside the factory, so I can’t show you the many machines and processes involved in turning a piece of metal into a knife, but like most factories, it was hot and noisy and very busy.

I was impressed though, that in spite of the many materials and types of work involved, the place was clean and organized, with safety being top priority. The workers all seemed to be in good spirits and were deservedly proud of their product.

The monument below reflects the loyalty of the workers in this tribute to one of the Buck family.

By the end of the tour, the warranty man had the knives repaired and looking like brand new. Here they are in the photo below.

And the cost of the repair? No charge. I would say that is excellent service.