British Columbia rocks. On the first day of our trip, we landed in adless Vancouver, as previously noted and then, following some crazy plan of my mother's, we spent the next 6 plus hours in transit. We took three bus rides and a ferry to our hotel on Vancouver Island where we immediately fell asleep. The ferry ride was beautiful though, and I tried to keep a pleasant attitude towards her as this was the beginning of our TWO WEEKS together. ("Family vacation," "two weeks" I wonder that the two phrases together did not give me a single moments pause before the trip started.)
Vancouver Island reminded me of Denmark because of all the people riding the bus, riding their bikes, and wearing rain gear. I miss bike paths.
Here are some of the pictures I took on our ferry ride back to Vancouver to board the cruise:
Finally a vista: what I had been longing for in my little urban life.
I was sick as a dog on the second day of our trip, but hey, look at the view!
Pulling into the dock.