An old fashioned blackberry is one that grows wild along the roads, in the ditches, over walls, and through fences. It has many apps such as jam or jelly, cobbler, pie, and syrup. People benefit from its usage throughout the day at any given time, although, unlike the contemporary blackberries, old fashioned, original, blackberries are best not worn attached to one's belt... We picked 5 ½ gallons of fresh, delicious, wild blackberries and spent the day at G...

We have arrived in Salem, Oregon where Grandma Annabel Smith lives. We are parked at Ed and Marsha's place (Tim's sister) and they have such a beautiful acreage we just might stay for "a while." Grandma has waited patiently for weeks for us to get here and the kids are very excited not to have to set up and pack up every day. Ryan, Amy, Emma, and Tyler joined us at Ed and Marsha's with Grandma for a bountiful spread of fresh fruit and garden produce as well a...

Yesterday we successfully entered the United States of America, through the incredibly small border crossing of Nelway and Metaline Falls at the north east corner of Washington. As with the airport in Fort St. John, which is also incredibly small, the significance and importance of the guards' jobs is not to be trifled with! We are used to some delays because of our multi-citizenship family, however, this time it took close to three hours AND we were sent back to...

Nelson, B.C. was indeed an experience. Our wildlife count expanded to include ponytails (men only) - official count: 36. Dreadlocks (unisex) - official count: 21. Tim remained confident with his hairlessness, and the rest of us tried hard not to stare all the time. In fact, Eden and I were awarded a shopping spree on historic Baker Street to satisfy our hippie tendencies. Naomi entered the same store, and was seen only by select family members and curious st...

25 years ago I fell deeply in love with Switzerland - for more than just their chocolate - so when we pulled through the mountains into Invermere my only regret was that I had never been there sooner. I would have been happy to stay. Further on, however, as we reached the southern edge of the Kootenay Valley and arrived in Creston - the handsome farm boy sitting beside me quietly coveted the lush green valley fields and phenomenal farm land. What a beautifu...