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Wee Jasper


We're rolling into Wee Jasper I like visiting here because of the lovely countryside and it has such an evocative name, but there's not much here, a closed General Store, a school and a church just about does it.

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  1. Been a while since I have been to Wee Jasper. Looks like the bridge is newly painted. Lovely perspective.

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  2. I've heard this place mentioned before from friends who do adventure sports, but I haven't been there myself yet.

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    1. I think there might be caving in the area. There was a push bike rider I took a snapshot of when I was there. Not sure what other adventure sports are in the area. Not my kind of thing.

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  3. Great pic.

    Love the place name. I'm guessing it was named by a Scotsman.

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    1. I was so intrigued, I looked it up and found this:

      "The most romantic origin of the name Wee Jasper comes from folklore and is attributed to an early resident, McBean, an old Scot, one of the early settlers . McBean, so the story goes, arrived home one day with 'Wee' (Scottish for small), 'Jasper' (Gems) in his pocket, found in some obscure stream in the hills." - Australian Explorer

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    2. Oh well done. I was wondering about the name.

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  4. A n impressive entry for Wee Jasper.

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