The original plan was to meet Robbie Bowman in NYC and travel from Niagra Falls through the eastern states. Alas that plan couldn’t be... Robbie unable to travel after her kindy was devastated in the floods.
Impulsively, I hopped onto a plane to Vancouver and caught up with Wendy from the Antarctic trip. It was a good time to go therel - the town was buzzing with Ice Hockey finals playoff fever, the first time the Canuck’s have made it so far without folding....public buses, cars, shop assistants - all things and all sorts of people were decked out in Canuck’s colours..... it’s hard not to get caught up in it. and chant the ubiquitous ‘Go Canuck’s Go’, games every second night...
We hired a car for 4 days, zipped up to north Whistler and surrounds, Brandywine Falls and another (the name escapes me)....then a quick road trip down to Seattle, a spot of shopping in massive designer outlet, checking out the famous fish throwing at the Pike River markets (my tenant in New Farm did the motivational doc Fish inspired by this place) and hanging out in Wendy’s friend’s funky hostel, the rooms of which are all works of art from local artists.
We stopped too, at an historic little bayside trading town called La Conner.... just missed the tulip festival staged there, but hoed into clam chowder on the waterfront, and checked out an amazing exhibition in a quilt museum, housed appropriately in the towns historic old mansion..........
The whole place is picture book perfect, and the surrounding fields are full of wonderful crumbling old barns.... beautiful, a little ghostly under the stormy skies... reminders of a lifestyle long passed...
So... a week later and an overnight flight (getting too old for this no sleep caper, I’m back in New York with Geraldine for a couple of nights before another allnighter to London, and 2 weeks staying with Chris.
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