It was pitch black when we rolled into Harrison, and we were tickled to discover that there were still town Christmas lights up, and a Christmas tree in the main square! So picturesque, if a bit inappropriate. Because we didn't check in to the hotel until 8:30pm, we were keen to explore dinner options asap, as there is not a lot of night life in the countryside. We located the famed Black Forest Schnitzel Haus at exactly 8:50pm, which was a stroke of luck, as the place closes at 9pm! Matthew had a German beer, pork schnitzel and bratwurst, and I had a vegetarian schnitzel. Yes, such things exist.
|Random life-size bear.|
|Matthew and a hard-earned thirst.|
|Me with a very large Bavarian-inspired meal.|
|The view from our hotel room.|
We retired to the hotel at about 2pm, lounged until 3, and then hit the hot-tub and steam-room. It wasn't very busy, so we mostly had the place to ourselves. The view from the hot-tub was lovely: blue sky and pine-forested mountainside. We parboiled and steamed ourselves for approximately an hour, and when I had achieved a singular lobster shade, we hopped out and cooled off.
By that time, it was cocktail hour, so we fined-up (dress and shirt, but not much more effort than that), and located the bar in the fancy hotel around the corner (the one we couldn't actually afford to stay at). We had some very delicious martinis, and stayed a goodly distance away from the unromance of the hockey screens. It was civilised.
Then we arrived at dinner, on The Esplanade, at Morgan's Bistro. It was really delightful. The service was attentive, the food was interesting, and the atmosphere was clean and cozy. I had the only vegetarian option on the menue, eggplant, for which I am eternally grateful. It was silken heaven. Matthew had Duck Two Ways. Yep. And we both had a lovely local pinot noir/merlot.
|Sorry about the demonic red eyes.|
This morning (Sunday), we buffet-breakfasted overlooking Harrison Lake, a most splendid view. We then went for a walk the beach and out to the end of the pier (into the Sea Plane Zone! but there were no landings).
|"Matthew, there's a plug in the lake!" (I'm a moron, as Matthew gently informed me, this is to stabalise the jetty...)|
On the quiet road to the cheese shop we passed an open field with two huge bald eagles, just chillin'. One was eating a carcas, and the other was looking on. They were a good distance from the road, but they were so large. It was a very special sight.
We had intended to explore the neighbouring village of Agassiz, but it was all closed on a Sunday (Boooo Agassiz. Shame on you!!) so instead we antiques our little hearts out. Rusty's antiques, at the junction between Harrison and Agassiz, was named after a petite ginger cat. She let us pat her, and we bought two wine glasses and a curiosity cabinet (for select pieces in Matthew's Warhammer collection).
|Looking down the main street of Mission.|
|Yet more antiques. (Note little chihuahua seated on the antique chair out front. Very friendly.)|
At Maple Ridge we decided it was coffee-time, so out of desperation we pulled into a mall Starbucks. We were then inspired to do our shopping, because you know when you've been away and you get home and all you have left is a piece of moldy bread and some off cheese?
At home this evening we got stuck into the new cheese with a generously proportioned ploughman's platter for dinner (read: neither of us could be bothered cooking).
I am proud of the modest success of our weekend away. We didn't go far, and we didn't spend much, and yet we had a really relaxing time, saw some brilliant countryside and tasted some interesting food. My warmest and most heartfelt gratitude to Matthew, who so always instinctively knows how to show me a good time, for driving, antiquing, and spoiling me all weekend. I love you.