We’re halfway to Tofino, spending the night at Sue’s. Remember Sue? They conveniently live halfway between Calgary and Vancouver, where they run a private bed & breakfast just for us. They are on standby at all times should we decide to pop by the top of the mountain on the way to Vancouver.
It hasn’t been a bad drive so far, with the exception of Lou’s gas.
I’m already eating well, but can’t prove it until I dig the camera cord out of the bottom of the suitcase. Tomorrow.
Meanwhile, check this out. If these guys can grow gardens out of hanging bottles in their apartment windows in NYC, I should be able to pull something edible from my plot alongside the fence in our back yard.