Adventure Day!

03 Oct 20

07:15 hrs

     It has been a long week for me. Eleven hour plus days for the entire week. Great for the paycheck but it wears the hell out of you. Especially when you're old as I am.

10:15 hrs

     We are taking the Oma-nator on an adventure. There are four of us in the Ram. My Lobster and the Jr. Loin Fruit are in the back seat while the Oma-nator is riding shotgun. We are on the Salish Eagle making our way over the salt chuck to the Left Coast Highway Trailhead. You can actually start at that point and drive all the way down the left Coast of North America from the Great White North through the Hugh-ess and down through Sleepy Sombrero. When get to the other side we will race farther north to a bakery that has sticky buns the size of a babies head!.

14:00 hrs

     We have already travelled to Nancy's Bakery at the End of the Road where everybody indulged their sweet tooth. While noshing a couple walked by with a pair of odd looking dogs. I asked our group if they knew what kind dogs they were. The Jr. Loin Fruit said that they were called Domesticated Western Land Otters. On the way back to our Landing Point we cruised through the original streets and marvelled at the wide streets and old trees. We are at a museum at the Landing Point. 

16:15 hrs

     We're waiting for the vessel to carry us back across the strait. We had gone for a short walkabout in this struggling metropolis. Bookstores, tea shops and local charcuterie were all targets. My Lobster and the Jr. Loin Fruit hit up two book stores. I was later informed that the first was a death trap waiting to happen. Everything stacked in piles on the floor and sideways on shelves and in no semblance of order. The other was the standard organized bookstore and was therapeutic - found a hard copy first edition of Serpico by Peter Maas. I took a long walk to a meat shop only to find that it had closed ten minutes before I had arrived. Oh well, the walk did me good. While I was gone the Oma-nator and my Better Half witnessed an impaired individual stagger down the sidewalk and commit reverse peristalsis three times. Shortly thereafter, I came strolling along without a care in the world and spotted the ochre coloured splashes at the last second which was just enough time moon shuffle waltz through the mine field.