Canada wins gold!

We won a gold medal yesterday. Yahoo! What better way to start my Olympic tourist day than to visit some gold...


This is the Royal Canadian Mint's $1M gold coin. It's huge!!!


And then I tried to heft a gold bar. I tried to do it with one hand but I was warned to use both because it weighs 28 pounds.

I wanted to see the Olympic medals but the wait was approx. 3.5 hours which would take up half of my day so I moved on to the Northern Canada House.


This is Mister Muskox. Pretty scary looking horns. Although Gladys was unable to join me today, I managed to enable myself into a little qiviut.


The sock touched the oldest rock in the world. And then we trooped over to the waterfront and visited the Olympic flame.


Here's a better picture sans chainlink fence:


I met up with hubby and we had lunch on the Library Square steps - just like the good ole days when I used to work downtown. After lunch, I waited in line to enter the Bell Ice Cube (nothing exciting to see in there). A woman saw me knitting and asked me if I was magic looping. I nearly dropped my sock!!! I gave her a brief demo before she moved away. Someone else in the line asked me if I was knitting a hat because it was so small. A husband in a different part of the line made some comment to his wife and I heard her response, "You want me to do something useful standing in line?". He is sleeping on the couch tonite!

I stopped in at one of the celebration sites and convinced a coupla Mounties to pose with my sock:


Lookit the dimples on Mr. Hunk!!! They asked me what the sock was about and I explained the whole Knitting Olympics and watched their eyes glaze over.

And this is as close as we got to Sochi World:


The line ups were crazy and by late afternoon, my feet were sore and I could feel myself getting cranky. So I'm back home and contemplating my Ravelympic project:


I actually finished the sleeve and tried it on. Too tight!!! So I've frogged it all the way back to the beginning of the sleeve and I'll add a few rows here and there to make it bigger. I hate my big arms.