The drive along highway #5 is spectacular – curvy and twisty, it was well worth the detour. Driving on mountain roads as the sun sets, is somewhat stressful – it is not too long until we pull over in the closest small town that we come across. Lytton was where we landed. Now, had we listened to the “rough guide” that we are carrying with us, Lytton would not be destination that we would have sought out... however, you just have to stop when you have to refuel.
that the Lytton Hotel is quite the establishment, owner Danny was more than willing to give us more than enough used cooking oil that we could use to fuel our bus. Spending the afternoon out back of the hotel, we were befriended by gregarious George, one of the hotel's exceptionally friendly bartender, who later invited us in for a coffee after we
finished filtering, how could we say no...
It's hard to hide in a small town when you are driving a big, turquoise school bus however, sometimes this can turn out to be a good thing. Spotted by a local artisan, Kenny Glasgow – we were invited to Kenny's house to check out his art. A metal worker and poet, Kenny's property is a playground of over-sized metal pieces of art. Each piece of art is coupled with a poem – it's quite brilliant and something to check out if you in the area.
These are just a few of the colourful installations that demonstrate Kenny's eccentricity, which was warmly welcomed and appreciated by Scott and I alike.
There is something truly rewarding about trusting people and seeing, experiencing the fruits of their labour as you make friends out of strangers. Have fun!
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