We drove up to Revelstoke for a visit with Nana and Grandpa who happened to be on a vacation of their own. The road to Revelstoke is a beautiful if narrow highway through the Selkirk Mountains in the Canadian Rockies.
Looking back at Three Valley Gap, driving to Revelstoke.A common misconception of visitors upon arriving in Revelstoke is that they have somehow wound up in Italy. It's understandable. Our first stop was a visit with family friends, the Angelozzis, for some homemade wine.
Learning Italian with Uncle Angelo. Salute!
Playing in their garden. Not pictured, rows of tomatoes.
Quel bello bambino.The looming mountains and ever-present rumble of coal trains began to remind us that we weren't in Italy after all, so we dropped by Grandpa Angelo's for some
fuuuuutbooooollll.
Egypt 1, Italy 0. No good.Besides visting family and friends, the biggest deal for us was getting out on the Columbia River. Chimpy was excited about fishing "in the mountains" so we took a trip above the Revelstoke Dam with Nana and Grandpa for an afternoon of fishing.
Haven't even casted yet and the fish stories have already begun.
Which way to Mayberry?
My mom told Chimpy she admired her Scooby Doo rod and reel, yet when she saw me fishing with it she broke down laughing. What gives?Jojo, for his part, loved the mountain air and the mountain water. They both must have did him good because he had a growth spurt while we were on vacation. See for yourself:
Mountain Man.
Jojo likes trucks.
Jojo likes dogs.It was a short visit, but we were very, very happy to see the mountains, our friends and the trains. On the way out we drove along a lake, opposite a train so we pulled over to watch it and wave
'so long' to Revelstoke.
See you next time, Revelstoke.
