Braeburn Buns

Frank digging into the super-sized cinnamon bun

There are strange things done in the midnight sun.

Including the size of a cinnamon bun.

Let's stop at Braeburn, it'll be fun.

It's Mile 55 and we're pretty much done.

The path from Dawson City set a grueling pace.

The owner of the place was out of the race.

He'd seen one too many Yukon Quest.

When we queried his eclectic collection,

His eyes glazed over in rejection.

Have we offended you friend?

No. I'm at the end. I don't want to be here.

Pretend.

Our microwaved bun weighed nearly a ton.

We paid our mon-eeey!

I think it's worth it, Hon.

Another strange thing in this land of the midnight sun.

Braeburn Lodge - home of the world famous cinnamon bun

Music On Our Bus Goes 'Round

Frank taping music on Big White

Frank’s artistic flair is being fitted on Big White. He has handcrafted treble clefs, sharps, and musical notes on stanza bars to show the magic of harmony on the front face of our bus, and on both sides.

Each whole note, half note and quarter note that appear on the five staff lines represent “Allah’u’Abha”, “Shine Your Light on Me Baha’u’llah”, and the Baha’i unity song. He sketched each element on large sheets of Bristol board and delicately cut them out with a precision knife.

Ready to be painted permanently

Each project will be taped to a flat surface on the bus and painted on. It may seem time-consuming to some, however, it's very rewarding in a weird and wonderful way. What better than to cheer up oncoming traffic, those behind us perhaps in a ferry line up or the curious who are sharing parking lot space with us. We look forward to our encounters.

Testing the position

We’ll be heading out from Sicamous, BC, at the beginning of May 2018 – destination the Yukon Territory. Gives us a honk if you see us.

Shine your light on us, Baha’u’llah

Sicamous, BC - What You Can't See

On November 2, 2017, we were greeted at the door by the homeowner and introduced to his two cats. Over the years, we had driven past the Municipal District of Sicamous, British Columbia, on our way west to Salmon Arm and beyond, or on our travels east to Revelstoke and away. Today, we stopped and were given the opportunity to explore the area for the next five months. We are professional house and pet sitters.

What you can't see when you travel past and fast along the Trans-Canada Highway, are the goings on and the ambassadors of the town.

Dairy Cow Manure - Pungent!

Our first walk-about began by turning left at the end of the driveway and strolling casually along Sherlock Road. The overwhelming smell wafting around us originated from the manure being spread onto the field in front of the house.

We came upon a trail-head marker. The Parksville Estates Trailhead directs you down a wide path along the back of houses, beside a large treed area where you come upon a park.

It becomes obvious that the practice of burning garbage in the backyard is common in Sicamous.

Parksville Estates Pathway

We carried on through the park, stopped in briefly at the community arena and headed toward the shopping plaza. There we met several Sicamous ambassadors, including the lovely clerks at the Bargain Shop, other patients at the Sicamous Health Centre giving themselves up for blood samples, and the charming owner of the Painted Book Shop. The folks we met on our first excursion were kind and helpful. "Welcome to Sicamous", they said.

Later that day, we drove down to the Riverboat Dock and admired the storage of the resources offered to those who are interested in motoring along Mara Lake.

Riverboat Dock

Returning to town, we stopped at the promenade and enjoyed the serenity of the boardwalk.

Frank standing on the boardwalk

Blessed Is The Spot