Thursday we drove up the Fraser Canyon to the Hell's Gate Airtram. In Simon Fraser's journals from around 1807 he called the section of water the tram goes over the "gates of hell" because of its "thundering rapids and terrifying white water." Here's a replica of Simon Fraser making his way downstream on log shelves hung above the canyon by the Nl'akapxm Indians who fished the canyon holes.
It doesn't look so bad in the replica, but imagine doing that hundreds of feet above a raging river. It was scary enough going in the tram. Fergus hated the whole experience. Other tourists were actually laughing at him due to his extreme cowardice.
Saturday we went to Fort Langley, a Parks Canada National Historic Site. It was originally set up as a fur trading post. This was at the time black felt hats made from beaver fur were all the rage in Europe. I think it looks quite nice on Jay!
One thing you can count on with fashion is that it is always changing. This was good news for the beavers, as their populations were decimated by the demand for their fur. The fort continued to thrive though, due to the discovery of gold in the interior of the province. Here are Jay and John trying their hand at gold panning.
I would love to have this pile of Hudson Bay blankets!
Here's John's version of the Luis Suarez World Cup biting incident. You gotta love that British sense of humour!
I noticed there weren't any pictures of Gill from our day at Fort Langley. I think that might have been because she was too busy chasing mosquitoes to pose for pictures. They were in attack mode, and the repellent we bought at the gift shop was useless. I'm sure they were scratching bites all the way across the Atlantic on the flight home. The people sitting next to them probably thought they had cooties.
In other news, today is Canada Day, and I finished these socks just in time.
Any guesses as to what makes them "Canadian?" Hint: if you look at my pictures from this post you will find the answer.