Nothing lasted very long in Lamoine … or Arup. Unless you want to talk about the schoolhouse. It’s still standing after 100 years. Long after Arup was platted. Long after Arup became Lamoine. And long after Lamoine became deserted when the railroad took a pass on the little town. [av_image src=’http://ourgreatescape.ca/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Schoolhouse-Lamoine-1030×581.jpg’ attachment=’4997′ attachment_size=’large’ align=’center’ styling=”… Continue reading Back to schools
It’s been all over my Facebook and RSS feeds. Some people tag or DM me and say, “You’d be perfect for this.” I smile and think, “Been there, done that.” Associated Press picked up a recent story from The Missoulian, detailing the droves of volunteers who signed up for the opportunity to spend a month at… Continue reading A gem in the middle of nowhere
I try to take a 360-degree approach when I’m out exploring and taking pictures. I take some shots of what I see, then turn and turn and turn, making sure I don’t miss anything. Some places draw me back for more. Dorothy, the Atlas Mine and Rawley are my Alberta favourites. I’m keeping a mental… Continue reading Do you see enough?
I’d already been yelled at once. When I heard footsteps behind me, I thought, ‘oh great, here we go again.’ I wasn’t in trouble. The fellow seemed rather pleasant, so I asked, ‘oh dear, am I trespassing?’ Yep, I sure was. I apologized profusely and thought I should leave, but the fellow was in the… Continue reading Time travelling to junior high
Bodie is a popular ghost town in California. It’s a state historic park and it’s known as the most well-perserved ghost town in the state. Bodie, Calif., is on my bucket list. So when someone mentioned recently they’d been for a day drive to Bodie, I got confused. (If you’re a regular reader of our… Continue reading The other ghost town named Bodie
It was right there on the damn highway. I only drove past it three times. It must be Our American getting in my head. Usually, I keep my head on a swivel … looking left, right, left, right the entire time I’m out exploring. He thinks it’s unsafe driving.
It had already been a long day. I was without my co-pilot, heading to Vancouver for a conference and playing catchup with some friends. I was late leaving Vancouver on Wednesday and thought it would be a nice drive through the Cascades, dodging the logjam of Seattle commuters on their way from work. I wasn’t… Continue reading A look back on simpler times in Douglas
Clink, clink. Clink, clink. Clanging wind chimes were all I could hear as I stood on a road that may once have been busy with cars, horses and wagons, and maybe children playing. I was drawn to Govan, Wash., by pictures of the abandoned schoolhouse. Shep and I made the short trek from Spokane on… Continue reading The lure of a schoolhouse in Govan
What do you plan on doing in Oroville? No U.S. border guard asks this question without an eyebrow raised and a hint of surprise in his voice. Most people who cross the 49th parallel at Osoyoos-Oroville are bound for other places … Spokane, Seattle and beyond. For me and my American, however, it’s our halfway… Continue reading Where’s the gold?
I fancy myself a fairly fearless person. Walk into a room of strangers? No problem. Move to a different city and start all over again? OK. Life’s an adventure and there’s always a new challenge waiting with every sunrise. But as I get older and (insert grumble here) more responsible, I find there are moments… Continue reading No destination, part 2