time at the lake
a timeless beauty
decades of wisdom
a diamond jubilee
beneath the ripples
in the water
hopes and dreams
trusted in the mountains
time at the lake
Picture – Lightning Lakes, Manning Park Resort
My mother-in law has a cabin at East Gate in Manning Park, BC. We decided to go skiing for five days during our Spring Break. If you like to ski, this area has great conditions for skiing. It’s a no frills ski resort, a place that offers beautiful scenery, great downhill skiing, great nordic or snowshoeing trails and enough nature to last you a lifetime. If you are looking for lots of restaurants, pubs and bars then Whistler would be more appropriate. There is a lodge, one restaurant and a pub located at the resort. There is one restaurant in the area and it’s a little hole in the wall. East Gate Diner it’s called and the chef (Dave) makes fabulous food, in my opinion better than anything they serve at the lodge. Dave and Melody know how to greet guests, make them feel like they are in a country kitchen and serve some amazing grub. Check out the link for hours and information.
We are lucky as we have a cabin where we can stay. It’s a very rustic little cabin, but it’s a place you can hang your head after spending the day on the hill. At one time there was no tv or computers, but in the last several years my mother-in-law has Satellite TV, dial-up connection for the computer and an extra TV upstairs so the boys can bring all of their games and gadgets. Technology is good, but there was a time when we played board games or read for a past time, now we can watch all the latest shows.
Considering it was Spring Break, the weather was all over the map. Most of the days were beautiful and sunny. We had a blizzard one day that lasted 24 hours and more than three feet of snow fell. Powder,powder and more powder we’re the conditions of the hills after that snowfall.
This family can’t go away without something happening, this time it was water. The cabin is old and so is everything in it. A friend of ours came up with us and he could hear from the well something not quite right. He opened the hatch and found that a leak had sprung from one of the hoses. He insisted if we didn’t fix it, the whole thing would blow. Another friend of ours who has experience with all things water said to him to leave it as sometimes when you fix one thing it leads to another thing. To make a long story short there was no one small enough to fit in the hole except for my youngest son and me. Our friend was talking about tying a rope around my son’s chest so he didn’t fall down this fifteen foot well. No bloody way, so it was left to me – went down three times because just like the man said – we fixed one thing but ended up with more problems. At one point we ended up with no water and that was the third time I went down that hell hole to patch things up. No, I’m not that inclined – I had men yelling instructions from the top and I managed to figure things out. Pretty funny when you think about it – send the deaf chick down the hole and yell at her!
All in all it was good five days and as far as I know the water is still holding!