The Fish, again…

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On the 9th, we all travelled south the the US state of Montana. Our destination was Whitefish. After a unique and humour filled visit to the US border customs offices, where we were “interrogated” (filled out some forms) by an aloof customs officer who clearly enjoyed entertaining Australians. Teeny somehow sweet-talked the officer into giving us wicked Elk stamps in our passports (I know you’re jealous). After three hours or so, we arrived in the “wild west” town of Whitefish for the third time. Continue reading

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Golden New Years.

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After we said our goodbyes to our relatives in Sechelt we left early on our journey to the Rockies. We boarded another BC ferry to Vancouver, where we would then taxi to the airport. The obligatory wait and even an uncomfortable nap on some benches got us through to our boarding time for our flight to Cranbrook on a Bombadier Dash-8 propeller plane. Continue reading