On my way back, I stopped at a beach in Sicamous, B.C. The local hunters from last year left me some small offerings, which I graciously accepted. It was a little chilly. My wife practiced her flute, as I was mak'n the bacon.
Here are are meager finds left over from last year before the freeze-up. I kept some small pieces of quartz, as I am a bit of a rock hound. Below is a well appreciated meal, made specially for a metal detectorist. Gotta love those hot buffalo chicken wings. Great comfort food!
