Cowboys & horses.

So we decided to stay another night in Bassano. Its a campsite on a beef farm, proper cowboys an all, lassoes and horses. The bonkers lady Mandy told us to visit the dam, we drove miles along a dirt track and came upon a dam that put Stithians to shame. Apparently the river flows to the dam where sturgeon breed, some as long as 6 feet! Yeah right. On the way back crossing the railroad we had to stop for a train, went on forever. Spent the rest of the day in town at the wonderful outdoor swimming pool as it was in the 30s....phew. Lunchtime we found PDs eatery. Well, what a find. Big black guy with the biggest smile, turns out he's a Pastor called Don, hence PD. Anyway, we ate pure heaven. A home made rye bread, turkey sandwich and oven cooked poutine. Booked in for a big boys breakfast in the morning. Back to the campsite got a fire going, cracked some beers and noticed a beautiful horse watching the proceedings. Fed him some apple, had a bit of a chat, you know.......back to the fire & beer. Dusk falling, I notice through the trees Mr Ed has found his way into the campsite, I guess the grass really is greener this side of the fence. So Lyn got on the phone to the owners while I went to find said horse. I found the horse was actually still on his side of the fence so no problem but I did find a huge pile of firewood. Just hope the worried owners don't turn up looking for Mr Ed and notice Im burning their wood. Still, the sky is clear, the crickets are singing, Mrs Thomas dancing around the fire, the beer is in my brain and all is well for the moment. Oh, forgot to mention I broke the gas valve on the barbie and the fuel injector module is not covered by our warranty...bugger! In a moment of drunken madness I decided to shave my lightly adorned head, so much cooler now......

Midnight, fire still spitting, Mrs Thomas gone to bed. Just me and the crickets and the eerie sound of the freight trains....I like Canada. 🇨🇦