Hands in the cookie jar

Just when we think that we are out of "bear country" we round the corner to find one grazing along the road. This fella just looked at me as if to say, "what cha' look'in at? Never seen a bear before?"

I dared to step in front of this hungry red fox, then I abruptly placed my hindquarters back in the car!

 We're in Central British Columbia feeling like the coast is clear.  No more frost heaves, pavement breaks, expantion cracks, dirt, gravel or tar roads!  It's too soon to venture back to the lower 48, so we took a left turn and ended up in Fort St. James. I think we'll settle here for a bit. Maybe wait out the winter....

...and learn how to dry fish to sustain our hearty desire for food. But after we learned how arduous the work was we aborted that foolish idea! Heck, we're not into working anymore!

We'll just provide for ourselves at the trading post.

Nancy found the bakehouse and proceeded to assist with making cookies in the pot bellied wood stove. Hurry up! Get out of there! Here comes the baker! Don't get caught with your hands in the cookie jar!

We dropped our intentions and skedaddled around the corner looking as innocent as we could before the master cook arrived.

"Have YOU been in my kitchen?"

RUN....here she comes! Let's get outa here!

Let's go hide in this building! She'll never find us there! We secretly stayed put and out of sight until the sun set behind the fort.  Finally crawling out to safety!