Yesterday, before the heat up and over the Salmo Pass to Creston. The road to Salmo, my car, pulling over every other kilometer to let people pass. Past Salmo, the set up for Shambala, then up-up and over the pass. My car can do this, third gear, a passing lane the whole way so I don't have to pull over, this is fine, this is good. From the summit down, now, in neutral, I'm racing in my gravity-powered car, only touching the brakes for construction, thinking to stop at a few spots and explore but - this, before the heat of the day, and I'm so pleased to be feeling the breeze through the window that I'm not stopping for nothing.
A tour of the thrift shops, the junktique shop, and Kingfisher Books, one of the finest bookstores in the Kootenays.
It's good. Really good.
Anyways, treasures found include:
Books (Free, the Trinity Church Thrift Shop):
- Ada - Nabokov
- 100 Love Sonnets - Pablo Neruda
- Stations of the Left Hand - Don Donanski
- Elementary Geology applied to Prospecting (Chamber of Mines, Victoria, 5th Edition) - John F Walker
From Kingfisher Books:
- Boswell's London Journal
- An Experiment with Time - John F Dunne
- Lost Continents - L Sprague De Camp
- The Evil Genius - Wilkie Collins
So a very worthwhile trip. Books left behind - for another occasion (my car is now full of books) - include 2 volumes of Stanley's "IN Darkest Africa" and a reprint of Clarke's 2 volume account of the Lewis and Clark Expedition. I could have afforded, probably should have afforded, but there are yet bills to be paid. They have an impressive collection of books, roughly organized like my mind, which is as much as to say not at all...
I've read Ada, 100 Love Sonnets, but I proselytize great books and these will be passed on, "An Experiment with Time" is due for a re-read, the rest are all new to me...
Other treasures, a new Lamy fountain pen, lime green, a dollar from Gleaners, a new bottle of Lamy Ink, $2, (they got that backwards!!), a porcelain stamp wheel (for moistening old postage stamps, nostalgia), 2 packages of guitar strings, an old (working) Rodania Watch (Junktique shop), ...
From here onward up lake, stop and prospect a worn out spot, nothing new, then, slow broiling in the heat up lake, to the Ferry, parked by the attendant so I can't exit my vehicle but, really, why, I'm drenched, soaked through to the skin, no sooner mop the sweat from my brow and it's there again, hot - as - fucking - hell, ...
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This morning, coffee, the gym, I've been remiss, work gets in the way, and only the fact that I so desperately needed to shower and change my clothes enticed me there. I don't want to lose all the fine progress I've made, rather maintain until scheduling permits a more regular workout.
Now, the library, and then up lake to work-camp Balfour...