We had finished Anarchist Mountain east of Osoyoos and Roy's GPS device told him that he had burned 5,000 calories climbing that edifice. I can only imagine how many I burned what with all the crashing, bruising and cursing I did on my painful slog to the summit. Which as Roy kept reminding me was not where I thought it was.
While we were intent on making Rock Creek where we planned to camp for the night, we felt we had earned a break and since for the most part, it was downhill from the summit of Anarchist to Rock Creek, we thought we could spare the time to explore the first town we happened upon - Bridesville.
Roy and I ventured into a swaybacked house to inspect the garage sale advertised out on the street. The husband and wife who lived there would have looked perfectly normal standing out front of their dwelling each of them clutching a pitchfork. There was nothing for sale that interested us unless we had a use for rusty scrub pads, a bedpan with chipped enamel, a worn flourescent green office chair and such. In one of the bedrooms, I did find something of interest although it was not something I could take with me - a curious method of attaching a shelf to a wall. Some ingenious schlub had bent two tin cans, one looked like a juice can and the other a no name brand of something gross like canned mushrooms, nailed them to the wall and then balanced a board on top. Like I say, ingenious.
|Even the post office had given up on this place|