Flin Flon

The first picture is what appears to be weed or hemp being grown in a garden outside the Chicken Chef restaurant. I wont eat their chicken but people say it's good and I think I've stumbled upon their secret recipe. Note the finger in the photograph. Yes, I once worked as a photographer.

The second picture is a memorial erected to honor those from FlinFlon who gave their lives during WWII. The neat thing is, it's built on top of a mine turned bomb shelter. I was hoping I could go inside but it's locked up.

The pictures of steps is somewhat of an attraction. The steps lead from the bomb shelter's entrance to the memorial on top. The picture of the door is the entrance to the mine. Only a 2x4 is nailed accross door to keep it closed. It would be tempting to come one night with a claw hammer and take a peek inside. I probably won't be comimg back here so that idea is out the window. That I am too chicken to do someting like that.

So that's all that I have to report. Not much has transpired over the past couple of weeks. Two things I hope to get pictures of: a man in the Pas who rescued a crow fledgling and bonded with it and Lady Slippers - dozens of them along the track to the paper mill. There are yellow ones along with the normal pinkish ones which I found interesting.

Good night, internet.

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