Just before the plague struck down the bulk of our holiday plans, we managed a very short trip to one of my favourite places, Barkerville. 
The stagecoach rumbled up and down between the buildings and their raised walkways, and when I raised my camera to photograph it the little boy riding up front gave me such a look of distrust that I could only smile at him.
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Oh, you write so beautifully.
Thank you, Dale.
I was there when I was 12 (or there abouts). Still clear as mud in my memory. Judge Bean's courtroom and the variety show in the Thee-ay-ter figure prominently in my memory. I will take my boys there some day.
I am so glad you are back. Your writing is incredible and reaches down inside one's soul. Seriously. Missed you tons!
PS.......Harrington Manor's doors are now open for a enchanted, yet haunting evening...won't you and your guest drop by?....MUUUwahahahahaha!
Perhaps you were the saloon-keeper's wife in another life....
your photos are wonderful
and
your writing is fantastic. It felt so real, almost like a memory from another life.
a great piece!
Sorry you were sick, glad you're back!
The only thing that can accurately describe my sentiments on all this is my word verification:
DAGRASAL
It's a pill that reduces greasiness in people who misbehave regularly.
Another beautiful piece of writing
I've never even heard of the place. I tell you I live inside an egg carton.
xoxox
These picts are wonderful, I wish I was there!
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