Day 6, October 22nd, Thursday

Since Thursday was a rainy day we decided to make that our museum day. There are quite a few in the area but we picked one that was fairly close and located near a Dutch restaurant we wanted to try. This particular museum was a collection of all types of items depicting the history of the area, from Native American artifacts to Viet Nam war casualties.

Danny, this picture is for you. I rang these bells as directed by the sign and believe me, they sounded nothing like yours. They were all unique in sound and had all been around the neck of some dairy cow.
This wagon represents the ultimate in irony to me. It is a horse drawn wagon used to deliver gasoline to the first service stations in the area. The collection of old buggies and wagons was extensive, maybe numbering as many 50, and all the property of one man. There were also lots of old vehicles and motorcycles. Very impressive museum for a little town.


Half a dozen old pianos were on display and I liked this one because of the attached candelabras. I don't know if that is common on old pianos.

This picture is in here for those of you who have been with Denis to a museum. For those of you who haven't, let me tell you that he reads EVERYTHING, or as much as I will let him. I admire his thirst for knowledge and love of history, but my legs can only take so much standing so at times I have to move him along.

We left the museum and headed toward home, marveling at the raspberry fields which are everywhere. These bushes have been pruned for next year. They tie them like this so the mechanical pickers can get to the berries more easily. I thought they looked very artistic, rather heart shaped.

Something else in abundance in that state are casinos. Indians can have casinos on there reservations and no one else can. This one was within a couple of miles of the border so most of the cars in the parking lot were from Canada. It was a small casino that had only slot machines and no card tables or roulette. I won $40 there so I was happy. The name of the tribe on this land is Nooksack. There is also a Nooksack River.