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Back in the USA
Greeting from Port Angeles, WA. It feels great to be back home, sort of. Funny how I can still be on or near the Pacific Ocean but feel so close to home. And all because I no longer have to think metric.
I want to quickly update everyone on the last few days. After Pacific Rim NP we spent another night with Grandma Lou in Lady Smith. We were lucky to meet more of Lou’s (and our) family. What struck me was how much everyone genuinely enjoyed being in each others company. They made us feel very welcome. And Lou also treated us to an amazing dinner involving white fish and prawns. Yum. The next morning she even taught us how to poach an egg which we put to practice this morning. Egg poaching is very camper friendly (little mess). Thank you again Lou for welcoming us into your home and David and Mariah for showing us around. We hope you visit us soon.
Another family also made us feel very welcome. Janice, a neighbor and friend origionally from Calgary, has been visiting family in Victoria for the past month. Janice invited us to a family and friend get together yesterday and we feasted on fajitas. We were happy to meet her sisters who recommended coffee joints in Victoria (we did enjoy Habit) and other things to do on the island. We also greatly enjoyed talking with Janice’s parents about a range of subjects including accounting, universal health coverage (a common topic when talking with Canadians- to date no Canadian that I have talked to is envious of our system), and Mongolian bathrooms. Thank you again Janice for inviting us and Jill for hosting the dinner.
We spent today cruising Victoria. There is a buskering (street performer) fest going on and we were able to check out three performances. The last one blew us away. It involved a June Cleaver look alike, suggestive dialogue, and juggling fire while on a “yes man tower.” Tomorrow I will post some pictures.
Next up: Olympia National Park and then Mt. Ranier. Our trip is winding down, but we have up to two weeks left to go and will make the most of it.
A letter to my friends
Dear all my friends,
This is a blog postcard. I miss you and wish you were here! I am coming home in two weeks. I went on a whale watching tour and saw three whales. I ate goat cheese and went to a stable and pet a horse. I went to a hazel nut farm and bought hazel nuts. Are you having a good summer? When I get home I cannot wait to play with you. That’s all.
Love Henna
West Coast Swing
June 14, 2011
The west coast of Vancouver Island, following route 4, or as we referred to it as “The Road To Tofino”, was like traveling to another continent. We found ourself in a rain forest, complete with the appropriate, rain soaked weather, along the ruggid western coast of the island. We settled into our campsite among the trees, moss and rain glad to have found a place to all home. We started our day, as Noel previously posted, very early in the morning along a deserted beach at low tide. The tide pools were teaming with sea creatures, star fish, battling hermit crabs and bugs that could both swim and make us scream as they scurried towards us on land. At that moment, we felt very possesive of that small piece of the beach. The beach is swaddled with rain forest along it’s edge, and the paths leading to them are labeled 1,2,3, so that travelers can find their way back to that parking lot. At any moment a wolf, black bear or cougar could walk along these shores looking for breakfast at low tide (although no story of the such will follow thank goodness). We then headed off toward the small town of Ucuclet to find our whale watching tour for the day. This town is exactly what you think of when one ponders a fishing village. Every kind of fishing vessle lines it’s harbor while small but not trendy shops dot the streets. Our tour was decided and we took off with our tour guide named Marla upon a zodiac named Hell Fish. Marla was a spunky, adorable gal who was as instilled confidence. She was young but had already been working this harbor for 7 years. She also was a fisherwoman in Holland. I find it amazing the lives peope lead, no two are ever exactly alike. I wanted to take her and put her in my pocket for the remainder of our trip. But Henna knew she belonged free to roam the water. Our tour was a wild ride, as we searched the broken Islands (chain of islands just off the coast), into open waters in search of a whale. We did spy bald eagels, habor seals, seal lions fighting, black comorat birds and the elusive sun. One highlight was a massive bald eagle nest perched upon a cedar tree. Marla noted that because of it’s size it must be around 15 years old, and is home to a very old eagle couple. Around 2 hours into our tour, and no whale yet to be spotted, Marla heard word of some humpback whales that were found far out in open waters. She kicked the kodiak into high gear and we flew and bounced along to get our look see. It felt funny to be searching for the whales, I felt like an intruder on someones lives. At last we saw them, and to see Henna’s face light up when she witnessed the tail come out of the water made my heart happy. We were watching a mama humpback, her calf and a companion hoping for some future mating privledges. We watched the whaled breach up to feed! Wow. In the meantime, I got to visit the bathroom on this rocky boat…..quite an experience.
At last we found our sea legs and found that our back cab had been open for the entire three hour tour! Only the secod time we have done that, but it ended fine, nothing stolen. We quickly visited the local acquarium which follows a catch and release policy. Every exhibit is set free back to the waters at the end of the season …how nice. We then visited Tofino for a wonderful sushi dinner while watching sea planes land and take off in the harbor. Tofino is a bigger community that ucucllet and is a big surfer town. Before we took one last hike into the rain forest along the schooner cove I looked back at Henna and she was asleep! I knew we had a busy day when she falls asleep. We found ourself once again along a beach with no people. Ahhhhhhh…..At that moment it began to mist as we headed home to crash in the tent and sleep while the rain pattered above. What a day.
Pictures
Pictures con.
Pictures!!!!
Greetings from a crowded coffee shop in Uclulet, B.C! We are killing time before our whale watching tour. We already checked out some super cool tide pools at low tide (7 AM- very proud of the ladies for getting out of the tent that early). Anyways, I have located a cord and have some photos to share. Enjoy!
In Memory of Lou
Yesterday we were saddened to hear that Lucretia Jones (or Lou) passed away. Corey and I were lucky enough to spend time with her on three different occasions, both at her home in Lady Smith, B.C. as well as in Chicago when she came out for our wedding. The last time we saw her was two summers ago when we spent several nights at her place. She was an incredibly gracious host, a sharp wit, and a strong but gentle personality. Besides hanging out with Lou, we also got to know her children, sons and daughter in-laws, her friend Roy, and granddaughter Mariah (who is almost exactly Henna’s age). David (Mariah’s father) and Mariah were especially nice to us and showed us some great local sights and some killer hiking trails. One morning while Lou was making eggs for us, I wrote the following passage. I showed what I wrote to David, saved the draft, and then did not look at it again until yesterday. I hope you enjoy this brief description of a special person. It was a real shock to hear of her passing and we will miss her greatly.
Everything in this apartment/ island has a story. That is what I was thinking this morning as our host, Cousin Lou, described a pretty harbor picture hanging over her fireplace. Lou talked not of the picture itself, but the artist who had first come to the island fifty years ago. He had eventually become a highly regarded architect as well as a friend to Lou and her husband and they had tried to purchase other paintings but he would not sell them.
Yesterday we were lucky enough to be given an impromptu tour of Ladysmith by David (Lou’s son and Corey’s second cousin) with him pointing out landmarks every few blocks or feet, depending on where one was. There was the Chinese restaurant that used to be a candy store owned by David’s grandfather. A park that Lou knew as an unkempt play area now has kayak rentals and a nice stage with stadium seating built into the hillside. David used to party there as a teen and Lou told of days in her youth when her and her husband would picnic there. Lou takes her dog there daily via the tunnel that brings one safely under HWY 1.

I am jealous of it all. Not the lovely Pacific Northwest details but the familiarity of it all. I grew up in a Chicago suburb and live but a few miles away in Edison Park. Nothing though is as familiar to me as that park (or the town square in Lady Smith or the whole wonderful island that sits across from mainland B.C.) is to Lou. Lou, David, and Mariah cannot walk a few steps without tripping over their memories. I cannot think of a better way to live.
Lou you will be missed. Rest in peace.
Quick Update
Thanks to David and Mariah we had a wonderful hike yesterday. We did not see any whales or sea lions. But we did see several snails, a few crabs, and some gooey slugs. More importantly, we had a mightly good time hiking with our cousins and new friends. Today we head to the west coast or the Pacific Rim as it is more commonly called here. Everyone will be happy to know that we located a new cord and pictures will be coming soon.
From Surrey, B.C. to Ladysmith, B.C.
The distance between Surrey and Ladysmith is 100 miles give or take. To travel that distance one needs not to get sea sick, patience to wait for a ferry, and enough money to pay for the one way fare (about $80 for two adults, a child, and a loaded down Subaru). The passage lasts about an hour and a half and offers amazing scenery. We were told we might see whales but were not that lucky. I scanned the seas with my binoculars and got very excited the first time I spied a dark mass only to discover it was some driftwood. I have no pictures of the passage because I wisely (sarcasm) left the camera in the car. I also should let everyone know that even if I had taken pictures, I currently have no way of uploading them to my computer (I lost the miniscule cord needed to perform that task). I am hoping to replace the cord and when I do I will upload many, many photos. I promise. We got off the ferry and stumbled through Nanaimo. I was surprised to be back on HWY 1- island version. Four lanes here but moving at at Jamaican, laid back rate. Speed limit 80 KPH (about 50 MPH). We got lost headed to our cousin Lucretia’s house and had to call her from Ladysmith. Once there we had a lovely evening with Lou’s friend Roy, David and daughter Mariah (whom is my daughter’s age and has been a sporadic pen pal to her and is now a bff), Pam and Dan. Lou made a wonderful dinner and an amazing pie for dessert and conversation touched on the Canadian education system, fishing, and travel. After being on the road for over two weeks we felt at home.
Prior to the ferry trip we spent the day at Stanley Park in Vancouver. Vancouver is a hard city to label. We entered via W. Hastings street and were amazed at the grittiness of it. Shirtless young man in handcuffs, questionable woman on the telephone, open drug sales, and a true sense of chaos just around the perimenter of the downtown. Downtown looked like any downtown and then the park which is a jewell- a forest in the middle of a city with beaches, totem poles, bike trails, and plenty of child friendly parks. And busloads of tourists, many of whom were on some sort of cross Canadian tour. It cost us $3 an hour to park. If I drove a tour bus it would have been $40 an hour. Our first stop was an Aborigional (Native American) “village” complete with traditional dancing and a miniature train ride accompanied by a story that I had trouble following. We then drove around the park and did some light hiking in the “cathedral” forest. Leaving the park we saw a glimpse of the city that people fall in love with- interesting little shops and resteraunts, plenty of coffee shops, and people of every nationality walking about. I would love to see Vancouver again. Today we are off with David and Mariah hiking to the water to maybe see whales.

















