Well, that was a strange journey, and I’m not even home yet. There were - in no particular order -  snowstorms, hailstorms, biblical rains, plenty shivering, great food, automotive disasters, and a lots - LOTS - of help when it was needed, and it was needed a lot.

I’ll put together a full post in the coming days, but right now I’m recovering from an hour long emergency jacuzzi at the Wickaninnish and I’d like to enjoy the smell of soap and the feel of warmth for a spell. I’ve missed both over the last four days, freezing my ass off in a tin can by the beach.

I won’t be able to get back to Vancouver until the morrow and it will be by plane or bus. Sniff.