I was talking to my sister on the drive to Kelowna yesterday and she wanted to know the low down on our trip so far, “the stuff that you don’t write in your fluffy blog.” At first I was a little miffed. Pshhhh. We’re basically the Brady Bunch, travelling the country singing kumbaya…OK, who are we kidding, it’s probably rap, but still… it FELT like we were doing OK.
We always used to say that Whistler was our favourite “close” place to visit with the dogs. And its lovely, don’t get me wrong: full of its west coast charm and laid back ski vibes. But Whistler, you have been outdone by your slightly less pretentious, slightly more hippy and beachy cousin, Tofino.
Yesterday (April 26: t-minus 24 hours to departure) was NOT one of my finer days. Besides some heavily dramatic waterworks, Dustin and I were exhausted, behind schedule, and at one point I was so envious of my cousins watching 90210, eating ice cream and climbing into my freshly made bed that I honestly contemplated calling off the entire trip.
You may have noticed the radio silence that has occurred on our blog the last week or two and thought, “ohhhh, its one of THOSE blogs….” (the kind where some lazy a-hole never bothers to actually post on it).
At least once a week I have the same interaction with a fellow dog owner….
They yell from a distance, “ARE YOUR HUSKIES FRIENDLY??” Then I freeze, and depending on my mood or read on the situation, I answer accordingly.
A trip across Canada.
It was always a bucket list thing for us. Something we’d do “one day” with the dogs. We all have them, don’t we? A crazy adventure thats on a mental checklist somewhere?
Besides our joint- Canada excursion, rounding out mine’s the Swedish Ice Hotel, Penguins in South America, and Hot Water Beach in New Zealand. (Yes, there’s an actual beach where you dig a hole in the sand and it fills with hot springs water, like a hot tub – the tide comes in cold).