To Hell's Gate and back.

I was itching to do something social and wanted to leave the house. To my complete surprise, Aaron and Stu (who by the way, couldn't think of anything better to do on a Saturday but to wash their cars together) were planning on going on a joy ride along the Trans-Canada highway to Hell's Gate and back. I was more than happy to accompany them on the 2-hour journey each way.

Hell's Gate was pretty touristy and the people working there were overtly friendly to the point of fakery. I can't remember the last time I was here the last time, but it was nice to finally reset the clock. Just as we got there under the intermittent rainy weather, we had witnessed a procession of police officers on motor bikes escorting a group of cyclists, followed by sponsored vehicles and an ambulance trailing behind. They turned out to be the Cops for Cancer, raising awareness and funds for cancer research.

I had a delicious cup of salmon chowder and ham & Swiss cheese sammy at a cafe there, before moving on to the Fudge Factory. Terrible jokes were uttered with references to packing fudge. The last thing to do was to cross the suspension bridge. After accomplishing that, we took the Airtram (gondola) back up and then we were on the road again, heading home.

Golf goes after the Rabbit.

Cops for Cancer.

Hell's Gate Crossing vis Airtram.