You just can't hide with a 10 inch goatee.

Our plan was to camp at the White Mud River campsite in the middle of Edmonton. Alb and I had stayed there years before with the kids. But we couldn't remember how to get there and we didn't have an Edmonton city map so we needed to stop in at the info centre that was sure to be just west of Lloydminster. (Every province has an info centre when you first enter)

It was very cold that morning and we decided we'd go on ahead of J&B and wait for them at the centre rather than sit while they fueled up. Good plan. Except that there is no info centre in eastern Alberta.

We drove quite a ways and had gotten out of 2-way radio range so we slowed to about 10k under the speed limit and kept going, knowing that eventually they would catch up. They never did.

We got to Vegreville and Alb pulled over. "You'd better call them on the cell." Good plan. Except that my cellphone had gone dead and we had no hook-ups the night before so Barbee took my phone in the truck to charge it. What are the chances? In over 6 weeks this was the first time I traveled without my phone and it was the first time we had gotten separated farther than radio range.

We sat and waited for about 15 minutes. Probably the exact 15 minutes that J&B were pulled over on the highway waiting for us as they were sure we were behind them.

We decided to carry on to the info centre that was sure to be on the outskirts of Edmonton. There wasn't one. We waited on the side of the highway until we finally got radio connection. We followed them through the city as we looked for signs for either the campsite or an info centre. Neither materialized and when we saw Ikea and mileage postings for Calgary we knew we'd gone too far. But... there is an info centre on the south side of Edmonton! The girl was very helpful in pointing out that there are no hook ups at White Mud River and she made us a reservation at Shaker's Acres, which just so happens to be straight over from the Olive Garden. How convenient!

April joined us for dinner and we had a great time. During dinner the people at the table behind us yelled over, "Hey, it's some Ziemers!" Katrina, a good friend of Brandi's from JJ's says, "Aren't you Brandi's parents?" Yes we are. This is sort of funny cuz last fall we were at a restauant in Kamloops (also with J&B) and our waiter there asked us the same thing, "Aren't you Brandi's parents?" Scott was also from Brandi's days at JJ's.