in this little town...
through this big lock...
on this big door...
and behind this huge wall...
is a fort.
fort langley.
an old hudson's bay trading company fort.
where were stayed.
in this tent.
for some supreme forting awesomeness.
there were sheep and goats to take vittles...
and guns to pose with.
there was barrel making...
and gold panning.
there was even a little theatrical presentation
starring our very own wyatt.
during the day,
this place is a living history museum.
at night, it's a "campground" for the guests in the 5 tents.
a place to roast marshmallows on a huge bonfire.
and a spot for the goats (snap, crackle and pop)
and the sheep (juan and pablo).
to frolic with the chickens
(and the guests).
we picked veggies for our salad from the beautiful garden...
and even shared some with the bunnies.
there were two camp hosts,
and seriously two of the most interesting women
i have ever met.
i would have loved to have taken them
down to the local pub for a pint.
the stories they could tell!
the mosquitoes were relentless,
but if we pretend that trainwreck
never happened,
it was a fantastic end to a fantastic summery vacation!
oh, and did i mention that our first night in canada,
we went out to eat,
and wound up at...
a 1950s american style diner?
but we ordered kokanee.
that makes it ok, right?
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