First of all, let me say that I did wash and soak my owls sweater, which made a huge difference. It's still prickly and not what I would have chosen for next to the skin wear, but not unwearable.
The puppy likes it too.
The fit is, like I said, almost perfect. I would have liked a turtleneck but rejected the idea when I realized how itchy it was.
I think I've decided not to add owl eyes.
The boys would both like to have an owl sweater of their own, so it looks like I'll be knitting more of these which will be great.
This weekend marked our 12th anniversary so we headed out to Waterton National Park, which is in southern Alberta across the US border from Glacier National Park.
Our first stop was the Prince of Wales hotel:
It's a "vintage" place and Ian was delighted with it. He really wanted to ride the antiquated elevator, which requires an operator, but as we were not staying there he didn't get to try it.
Our hotel had a bunch of chalet-style buildings which looked more interesting from the outside than they were on the inside. Each room was named after an animal or bird. Guess what ours was? "Great Horned Owl", of course.
We headed out to explore and ended up on the beach. I spent time honing my rock-skipping skills, and told the boys not to go in the water.
I do wonder why I said that, as they then had a great time getting soaked.
Benny found some flowers to give me. Someone had picked them and thrown them in the water, and Benny "rescued" them.
I suppose someone picked them and then was told it's illegal to pick flowers in a National Park. I made sure Benny understood he couldn't get me any more.
The next morning we went to the Zum Cafe for breakfast.
Ian was pretty excited about all the license plates and desperately wanted one to take home. Hot chocolate was the only treat in the offing, though.
We wandered down the main street and found some pretty things.
We spent some more time at the beach, and this time only one boy was really interested in getting wet.
"It's just the same temperature as the Elbow River," he said. Yes, I know. It couldn't be much colder than a glacier-fed stream, otherwise it'd be frozen.
Ian built a little lake.
We had a good time and I only wish we could have stayed a little longer and done more.
Ian began school this week, but hopefully we'll get out somewhere for another weekend before winter locks in.