Sunday: July 11, 1999

A quick trip to the grocery store, then off due North, toward British Columbia and Vancouver Island.

Along the way, we saw spendid vistas of the Olympics and the North Cascades, with Mt. Baker as their shining glory. Little did I know that these were merely vague indications of the scenery to come.

As luck would have it, we were among the last 6 vehicles permitted on the ferry to Vancover Island. This voyage took us past wild killer whales frolicing in their natural habitat, and remote and mysterious islands inhabited by a hearty few.

Steve and I found Vancover Island a facinating place. By definition, an island is isolated and remote, but here was affluent and cosmopoliton hustle and bustle, for the capital of British Columbia, Victoria, is located on the southern tip of this island. The homes perched on the hillsides overlooking bodies of water to the snowcapped peaks of the USA were breathtaking.

A local phenomana of low lying clouds gave these mountains the illusion of floating, a mystic beauty beyond any that I had ever seen.

Downtown Victoria supplied us with a carriage ride, fish and chips on a warf shared with seals, a village of houseboats, beautiful buildings (such as the Empress hotel), some excellent street performers (an some of lesser quality), panhandlers and FREE PARKING!

There was evening and there was morning... a second day.

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