Saturday night in New Denver. Thanksgiving weekend. Douglas got the outdoor bath stoked up for an after-supper treat. Thomson first. Then Molly. Then Molly and Ellen (works better with two). Then Molly and Ellen and Meo (a bit of a squeeze, but great-great-grandfather JC Harris, whose indoor bath it originally was, was 6'6" or thereabouts). Finally the stoker (solo - Candy was stuck in Vancouver, getting a grip on her first weeks of the UBC nursing program). Sprinkles of rain, but the water was hot and getting hotter. The garden-hose thermostat kept us all from getting cooked. Perfect.
A first for the young-uns. The bath, set up by Thomas Wright in 1974, has been out of commission for two decades until Stephen Hornsby made it his May-this-year-visit mission to get it back functioning - mainly to get the smoke to go up the smoke stack instead of into our faces - and it works! A great treat for all. To be repeated for others in 2016.
P.S. I seem to have fried the battery in my little camera, coming up with so much light in the dark night. Or maybe it was the subjects? Ah well.
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