Travelogue One: Road Trippy won't leave me

There is an stretch of road between the Coquihalla toll booth south to Hope BC that is the penultimate of beautiful.

The mountains mix rock and treed slope in a proportion so sublime as to remove any manner of annoyance to the provincial tourism slogan, Super, Natural British Columbia. Winding the road downhill towards the comforts of journey's end; a whirring effortless glide into the valley and over the bend to where the Fraser River will symbolize home. We saw 8pm on the clock. Two spent travelers nestled in car seats; at last silent was the slumbering. The light lay low there as the peaks grew shorter and slighter round each corner. Leaving something behind to be home again.

Blue skies of summer day dying in to the coral kiss of a seaside sunset more familiar from the shore than the mountain tops. Light soft yellow, a darkening of each trunk of every tree in the thousands. Giving dimension to the smallest features in the broadest landscape it seems imaginable.

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We're back after a pleasant holiday. More to come.

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Sure I like to get plenty negative on Vancouver at times. But after a 30+ degree holiday weekend begging a trip to the most beautiful beach in the world, I guess this town is OK.






I love the tag Dooce gave us once, Vangroovy. Vancouverites take note she who's aura can block out the gleam of Kathie-Lee's porcelain veneers is here in town with an invite to share a beer this Friday.


The nuthatch is on his way.


Our Girl Friday seems pretty much nonplussed. I think she's still thinking of all the great chicks at a different seaside that day. Really glad to see the sun shone on the Blog'Ers, too.