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I guess if you're in Vancouver long enough it's bound to happen. This morning we stepped out of the front door of the place we are staying to see a blank spot where our car should have been. It's a strange mix of emotions to go from being angry that it might have been towed to wondering if it had been stolen to hoping that it had been towed so that it wasn't a smoking ruin on the side of the Trans Canada.
It was stolen. The car was recovered last night by the RCMP off of a sidewalk in Burnaby. The only damage apparent to the towing company is the ignition being punched out, but I'm a little worried about the front end considering its sidewalk escapades. Anyway, now we have to await the RCMP and ICBC processes of fingerprinting and adjusting before the fixing and return of our little black Honda.
Poo.
posted by Steve @
9:06 AM
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8.16.2006  |
We're settled! Yes indeedy, it was high time we unpacked, and we're now housesitting a lovely bungalow in Point Grey. In fact we've gone beyond "settled" and plopped down into the realm of the positively marooned. Rosemary has a job. She began work today for the UBC Faculty of Medicine Dean's Office in their Finance department. Who says we move slow? I’ve purchased most of my books for my last round of courses in my Masters, and as we walked our way to campus early this morning, it seemed like the travels have really come to an end. A lot of folks had asked if the return from traveling had been an adjustment, and in many ways it had. But this one's a bummer, and it's a bit sad now that the bottle's empty and the band’s gone home.
 But hey, how can we complain? We just spent four fabulous days on the Juan de Fuca trail! The Juan de Fuca trail is a stretch of ground south of the famous West Coast Trail, where only the daring and hardcore wish to tread. A little less daunting than its more famous cousin, it still carries you through incredible stretches of west coast forest, steep gullies, rocky beaches, breathtaking views, and numerous wasp nests. Only three of us got stung, including me, but I only swelled a little thanks to Brenna's bonny antihistamines (and all the stuff still in my system from the last sting - see two blogs ago).
 Over four days we followed the Vancouver Island coastline down from Port Renfrew to pop out just shy of Sooke. We camped, cooked and purified our water just like the old time telegraph operators used to. Okay, I suppose their gear may have been a little less high tech. And, in fact, considering the pate, fresh vegetables, salmon, steak, mushrooms in teriyaki sauce, and white truffle olive oil that was produced for various dinners, you’d think we didn't stumble far from Kitsilano. We even managed to bake brownies when the smores ran out. Yup, just like trekking in the olden days…
 It was a good last hurrah as our freedom from home and hearth gasped its farewell. We picked up our last carload of belongings from Sechelt and celebrated Rosemary's Grandma’s birthday (with a quick hellooooo to Lynn). Now we can idly await the coming of fall and the eventual November rains, with our noses pressed to the window, or maybe (just maybe) there's still time to grab a few friends and explore just one or two more dusty corners of the province…
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5:10 PM
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8.14.2006 |
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