I suppose one could make a reference to the election out of that, but I'm still not doing a T post.
We missed the Eagle Festival in late November, but figured there'd still be some kicking around. Feasting on dying salmon. So we (older daughter and I) went off to look for viewing spots along the Fraser River. Here's one - cold abandoned beach, nary an eagle (or human) in sight.
We did find a spot beside a bridge - so cold with the wind whipping off the river that we could scarcely get a shot. I think it's mostly ducks, but there are a couple of actual eagles at the left rear.
Then we fled to the nearby resort town to have a bite at a very nice little cafe. Eh, closing at 3.30 these days. Nothing else appealed, so we headed back home. But with a stop at the self-serve egg place. Leave money, take eggs from fridge. Cold chickens all fluffed up individually...
Then to cheese place. All sorts of offerings. I bought some aged cheddar and some bleu. Kind of disappointed - I like the local cheddar back east. But both this one and the bleu were basically just strong old cheese flavor, not all that appealing. However, the bleu on tasty dense pumpernickel made an acceptable lunch the next day.
For some future occasion, when less cold and windy, must go back and get some other shots - there was a small castle-cottage, a ship-shaped cottage and a pair of big houses with a connecting bridge at the second stories.
Meantime, a few mandatory mountain pictures from the drive back.