A hot day off, early drinking to beat the heat. Ferry over to Kootenay Bay, then the drive down to Creston, I gotta hit the prospecting shop...
I get what I need, a hand dredge and crevassing tool, good for sniping, that's my next day off's goal...
A local mural:
Absurd. Brings to mind the phrase "The road to hell is paved with good intentions", to which I'd append "...and bad slogans and murals...".
Now to check out a few of the antique shops.
1, owner or employee grumpy, behind the counter, hates the foot traffic, a lot of junk, reasonably priced, but junk, he's not getting out of his chair to show you anything, just grunts and sullenly suffers your shopping...
But a couple of other shops and I get lucky:
A vintage microphone, perfect for podcasting, just need a plug adapter to make it fit my computer, very cool.
And:
Classic piece of bad retro, spin the wheel to find the cocktail you wanna make, most I've never heard of, the ideal accessory for the hipster bar as ridiculous cocktails return to vogue...
From here to check out a couple of wineries, good, looking at the menu of one - "We politely decline all substitutions:" and steak: "Served Medium Rare".
Nice. It's good, heartening, especially in hospitality, to see a chef doing things his way. Serving you note how many people try and fuck with the food, have ridiculous special requests, "dietary allergies", ridiculous, where I work - ok, doesn't matter, but if you're trying to cook for the higher end and educated populace it doesn't hurt to remind them. Want your steak well done? Go someplace else. Can't eat this? Order something else. It made me happy, the crowd that needs to have a say in every detail of their burger, they're not the easiest to serve. This place, with it's no-nonsense menu, this would be a better clientele...
Now the thrift shops in Creston, they open 4-7:00, ridiculously busy, lineups of thrifty shoppers, never seen this in my life, it's not a sale day, an ordinary day, they're opening a bit later than normal and for some reason that's drawn them all out like zombies...no finds here.
The drive home, it's early yet but the pall from the smoke and the fires casts a sunset glow on the side of the road...
