Has-beens and coffee get together to recreate a same old new tourist trap in a land even the First Nations don't want.
Nestled in the heart of the Kootenay Mountains range of the Canadian Rockies lies the unique little village of Kaslo.
Avoided by the First Nations as a cursed place the early European invaders paid no heed and settled in.
How the aboriginals knew of the radioactive nature of the soil is still unknown to 'White Man' but this book isn't about that.
It's about the quirkiness of quaint attitudes, perhaps caused by the altitude or just the high airs many of the residents feel entitled to.
Still, it is one heck of a tourist destination, deserving of this glowing praised penned in light-hearted fondness.
Excerpt
Moyie To Come
Here’s a story – restoratory
About S.S. Moyie1
Death knell by CP
Threatened her be
Kaslo town see
Tourist opportunity
For a dollar fee
Owner set her free
Towed upon beach lee
Most voluntarily
(No great task wee)
Old Crow Boat bee
Sit’s now on tee
Rest ‘chore girl’ she
No longer a sea
Or passenger tree
But you can go see
In all her glory
A very pretty
Still, fine, and glee
S.S. Moyie
