It's taken me the better part of the day to sort through the couple of thousand photos I took on our twelve-day trip from Vancouver Island to the Fraser Valley to Penticton to Vernon to the Fraser Canyon and back to the Fraser Valley, Cloverdale, and Crofton (total distance travelled, return, approximately 1500 km). In the interest of keeping the posts short enough to be readable, I've divided the account into several entries, which will get posted over the next few days. This post takes us from home on Vancouver Island, to the Fraser Valley, starting a few days before departure and ending the second day of the journey.
For some reason, packing for a trip always results in a last minute panic. Though I had made out my lists of what to take (Eddie's stuff, my stuff, camping stuff, stuff for my mom's birthday, camera stuff, and other stuff) well in advance, there's always something to distract me from the actual packing and preparation. For example, the week before the trip, we had our charming friend Sasha come to stay for a few days. And who can get any work done with this sweet girl wanting attention?
|Sasha comes to visit|
Then two days before our trip, we had an unexpected overnight guest - two of them, actually. Becca, who is a Turtle Gardens Rescue alumni, and her mama Wendy missed their last ferry back to Salt Spring Island While pondering what to do, they happened to see Eddie and I out for our bedtime walk. A glass of wine turned into a late night/early morning chat and two guests in the spare room. Becca and Eddie posed prettily for photos (the wine, obviously, had affected my awareness of messy backgrounds and bad lighting - or perhaps I just wasn't expecting them to be so cooperative!):
|Turtle Gardens alumni Becca, and Eddie|
|Allie supervises the packing|
and we were on our way, catching the 12:45 ferry by the skin of our teeth - the second to last car to fit on the boat, leaving a half dozen others behind.
|Leaving Nanaimo harbour|
Thirty minutes before we reached the mainland, I felt my sinuses stuff up from the air pollution. I was momentarily distracted, however, by the large colourful cargo boats sliding in and out of Coal Harbour.
|Cargo boats head out to sea|
This one made me laugh - I could have sworn the name read "Happy Lloyd" and thought that was a great name for a boat - but upon uploading the photo to the computer found I had misread it!
After dinner, Eddie, my friend Ann, and I drove over to Hearts on Noses pig sanctuary, to drop off seven boxes of apples which my friend Else had gathered from all her friends and neighbours - thanks, Else! I also took a box of fresh veggies from my garden for Janice, the sanctuary owner. Needless to say, the van was quite a bit lighter once those were delivered. It was almost dark when we arrived, after stopping to photograph the sunset.
|Sunset enroute to Hearts on Noses|
Scotch, Soda and the 'babies' - the herd of 12 that I fostered for nearly two years - came running to greet us,
|Well, it's about time you came to visit, Foster Mama!|
|Aren't I a handsome boy now?|
and Eddie had his first nose-to-snout meeting with a pig. He passed the test just fine.
|Eddie: Yer one heck of a funny-looking dog!|
Piggy: And yer one heck of a strange-looking pig!
Back across the river to our home for the night, a good sleep and a hearty breakfast, and we were on our way again. Next stop: Penticton.