Day 43

Days: 41-43

Mile: 4285

We spend two days in Vancouver, well actually Burnaby, at a campground with an indoor pool and hot tub. We were within walking distance of a Costco and the Sky Train, which we took to downtown Vancouver both days to see the sights. Three times younger riders offered me their seats. Not sure how I feel about that and I wonder if it would happen in the NYC subway?

The image on the left is our neighbor “walking” her cat. Each campsite was separated by an arborvitae hedge. We had a concrete pad on which to park the RV, a small patch of grass and a picnic table. The other image is from the water. It’s the Olympic Park in Vancouver. All in all our time in Vancouver was good. It’s a big city, lots of people, traffic, and high rise buildings. However, we did find the Canadian’s to be very friendly and helpful.

On Day 43 I had some real anxiety as we pulled out of our camping spot in Vancouver. We headed north on Trans-Canada Highway 1 and Gary and I talked about what might be causing me to be so close to tears.

First, I am not feeling that great. My stomach is causing me problems, which could be the result of a change in our eating routine or maybe just the sushi, we had the night before. But I think I figured out the real cause and it’s the anxiety of the unknown. These first 42 days of our trip were planned, scheduled, and paid for in advance. We knew excatly where we would be each night and how many miles, we would be traveling each day.

Starting on Day 43…. we have no plans. This is by design because we have no idea how long it will take us to get from point A to point B. All the research we did prior to the trip indicated that traveling in British Columbia and Alaska would take patience due to road conditions, road construction and weather or fire delays. So the plan was left open.

Turns out Day 43 was great. First, my sister and her husband, who are also traveling up to the Kenia Peninsula to see her youngest son, are 4-5 hours ahead of us on the same highway. We are communicating when we have a cell signal and we are making plans to meet up in Dawson Creek.

 We drove through the Fraser Canyon, a beautiful area along the Fraser River. We passed through towns with names like Hope, Chilliwack, and 100 Mile House. The road was well paved, if not winding and narrow in places.