Fernie, British Columbia

Bridge in Mount Fernie Provincial Park

I love travelling with the little dog and I don’t mind paying an extra dog fee, but please make sure the room is clean. We get to the room and there  is a brown spot in the middle of the duvet. I’m too shocked to sniff, so I ask my wife but she gives me the, “Yea, right” look. We also find a wet spot in the corner of the room. We don’t need to sniff, a wet toe is confirmation enough, but running through little dog’s Yorkie brain is,  “Hey I need to make this my territory. Move over pal.”

I go the the front desk. They are very apologetic and move us to another room on the second floor, obviously not a pet friendly room (most are on the first floor – easy access outside), but one reserved for bipeds. Little dog hasn’t been feeling well on the trip (nasty dog treat?). Her poor derriere is red, sore and the run off is not pleasant. The dog farts in in the car are brutal and more than once we had to stop to make sure she didn’t poop on the back seat. Thank goodness for air conditioning.

Now I don’t know if it’s karma or what, but in the middle of the night little dog moans and whimpers. We turn on the light only to find she’s marked the bed sheet with a brown coloured skid mark. I pick her up and move her to the other bed only to find I should have wiped her derriere first – bang another couple of Jackson Pollock swipes.

We spent the next day at the laundry mat cleaning bed covers. We could have spared the cleaning if my wife had gone to the front desk and said, “Hey my husband had an accident.” Who would have checked? And I’ve no problem taking one for the little dog.

Now on to Fernie  – first the good.  Tons, and tons of activities to to. The river was flooded with kayakers and floaters. So many places to phone and buddy will come pick you up plop you in the river and pick you up at the end, try here. What a great way to spend the afternoon, floating with your feet in the water, watching the world slowly slip by.   The most preferred mode of transportation in town is the mountain bike. Bring it. Many trails to ride around the surround area, levels for everyone, so if  you hike or bike check this map out.

The Bad: We had the little dog with us. The town is not dog friendly at all. Not even on patios. If we wanted to eat on a patio with the little dog, we’d have to tie her up some twenty meters away. She wouldn’t be  close to us and it’d break her poor little heart. Since we had the little princess with us, we needed take out. The two restaurants I wanted to try – a sushi place and a Mexican joint (both had great reviews) weren’t offering take out. Weird. I’ve never heard of a place in today’s economy that didn’t offer take out. Maybe they have a dine-in space so big they don’t need the extra income.

The Ugly: Smoke. The BC wildfires are raging once again this year. I can’t remember the last time I went to BC in the summer and it wasn’t filled with smoke. Not a great comment on our environmental situation. It wasn’t so bad that we couldn’t get out and walk or run so that’s good. My lovely morning run along the Elk river was amazing but I felt it in my throat and eyes. Make sure you bring eye drops and some lozenges.

Great trip and we’ll definitely go back. Perhaps with out the little dog, but leaving her at home makes travelling less fun. And winter time means skiing!

Earl’s Spicy Cajun Sandwich with Cheddar

Aged cheddar, lettuce, tomatoes, on a toasted bun

The next stop on the Spicy Chicken trail is Earls, a sit down restaurant chain popular in Canada with a few American locations in Illinois, Colorado and Florida among other spots.

This time out, I had the pleasure of dining with a co-worker who has many “conditions.” One time we went to a lake for a day picnic.  We get to this beautiful oasis in the middle of the prairies and as we’re driving around she  notices there’s not a tree or sparkle of shade anywhere. The look on her face. I’d say she went as white as a ghost, but that’s her natural appearance.  As she stepped out of the car, I swore I heard her skin sizzle like a raw slab of meat on a barbecue. Five minutes later we headed back to the city. Air conditioner on full blast. We never went on another picnic.

We get to Earl’s and after moving to three different tables – “I’m freezing. Is this under the air conditioner?”  “Oh my God will those children please shut up.” “I can’t see the fire exit. What if there’s a fire?” We finally find a seat. Our pleasant server comes over and takes our order. My friend asks for water and lemon, no ice. She’s got enough ice running through her veins. The server returns.

“I said no ice. Gawd. Do you understand English?” I have to lower my head. I can’t look at the poor server who doesn’t deserve this.

“Can’t you be a bit more pleasant?” I ask. I look over and watch the the waitress stir her new drink with a freshly sanitized finger. If not for the pandemic, I know what she would have done. I don’t blame her.

Our food arrives. I have the Spicy Cajun Sandwich with cheddar. My friend has a Caesar salad and a very soggy margarita pizza. As we are leaving she says, “I hope you didn’t tip her very well.” I tipped her thirty percent for the trauma she had to deal with. Loss of work due to the pandemic and shitty customers, servers should get an automatic fifty.

Now on to the Spicy Chicken Sandwich. Liking dining with my ex-friend, it was a horrible experience. Firstly who puts cheddar with cajun? A terrible combination. The meat was very very dry and covered in so much breading, I thought I was licking the floor of a sawmill. And way, way too much bun (I also wondered if the bun wasn’t left over from the last pandemic shut down three months ago). The meat was as hidden as a turkey at Thanksgiving and the spice as scared as a bleached skinned woman at a scorching beach.

Well the good thing is I won’t go back to this restaurant for awhile. Not only was the sandwich horrible, but I need many many months before the memory of my friend dissipates from server memory.