August 9, 2013
VANCOUVER IS GONE out the back window as we head through mainland traffic stricken Granville towards the US border. There is a certain amount of anxiety that bestows both Rachel and I as we head out of our comfortable west-end condo and on to the road for a month of sleeping in unknown places while seeing some of the most epic parts of this fine country.
The Davie village was a great spot for my late night drunken eats; the everything for 4.95 Capitol was my favorite of these. Don't bother with any chain pizza places please. Granville st. once again showed its ugly self,only after I had taken part in a much uglier Cambie st. pub. The beach festivals, free fireworks, and tunes from Mother Mother and the PRIDE parade were all unknown to us until we arrived, making our luck the slightest bit better.
Our luck even continued across the border even after I answered 'yes' to the question “have you ever been arrested?” coming from a very serious looking man in his late forties. I had expected the worst, but when he handed back our passports the incredibly large rock in my throat had subsided and the shaking of my hands continued for only a few moments.
OLYMPIC National Park holds the next adventure, with thousand year old trees and rugged Pacific coastline littered with massive driftwood. It is my goal now to achieve something else to give me a reason for another feather in my incredibly feather-full cap. Once we make it to Cape Flattery I will have been to the most North-Western point, North-Eastern point,South-Western, and South-Eastern point of the Continental US. I hear it's quite gorgeous on the North-Western most point, where the Juan de Fuca meets the Pacific Ocean in a very diverse ecosystem teeming with wildlife.
All this to say, I would much rather be in the woods holding my Rachel close to me in a car as we feel the temperature drop and watch the stars come out one at a time than be partying in any city in the world.
Now as I attempt to make TWO boxes of Kraft dinner in a pot that can clearly only fit ONE box of Kraft dinner I have to laugh, cause we don't have any milk either, and this is turning into a very large bunch of yellow #5 coloured mush. I love road trips!
- Previs
