On the Road Again 2015 #14

It is Sunday. Today I am leaving for central Canada. It will be my usual slow start. A drive to Nanaimo at some point today, a stay at a hostel over night and then catching the first ferry to the mainland tomorrow morning. In the past few years I have taken a Greyhound bus from the ferry to Whistler because hitchhiking from the terminal area looked to be almost impossible. There are no shoulders to stand on, no where for a car to stop safely. As well, once the chaotic ferry traffic has left the area, there would be very few cars heading up the Sea to Sky highway. While the strategy of catching a bus had the advantage of me getting easily to Whistler, it did mean that I had to wait outside the terminal for a few hours for the bus. I never got to Whistler until well after 12:00 PM. Greyhound is no longer operating that particular bus. I will have to take a local bus that only goes up the highway for 10 kilometers or so to a town called Lions Bay. I am hoping that if there is a turn off for a town, there will be a safe place to stand.  I will be on the road far earlier than normal, but starting at a point much further south than usual. It could be interesting and hopefully fun.

It has been, from one aspect, a long summer. I left home on the 25th or 26th of June (with a short stop over in Sudbury), and I got here on July 1st. I am not too sure where the time has gone. I have spent almost two more weeks on the islands than normal, done a few things that I have not done before (including showing my daughter and her two children around  a few parts of the island and looking for houses to buy) and generally had a really pleasant time. But it was, as usual not long enough. However whether I am visiting here or Sudbury, my stays will never be long enough.

I know that once I am on my own in Nanaimo, I will be okay - but right now I am a little bit sad and filled with that sense of apprehension that always proceeds a trip. There seems to have been a few more serious accidents along the Trans- Canada than usual - or at least more have been reported. I always, before starting a trip think about the possibility of being in an accident. Never once I start, but always before.

My bags are backed, the box that I am mailing back is sealed and ready to be mailed.... I guess I am off. Wondering and occasionally dreaming about that magical ride(s) that will get me here to there; wondering who will pick me up, where I will sleep and how long it will take me.On the road #14

It is Sunday. Today I am leaving for central Canada. It will be my usual slow start. A drive to Nanaimo at some point today, a stay at a hostel over night and then catching the first ferry to the mainland tomorrow morning. In the past few years I have taken a Greyhound bus from the ferry to Whistler because hitchhiking from the terminal area looked to be almost impossible. There are no shoulders to stand on. As well, once the chaotic ferry traffic has left the area, there would be very few cars heading up the Sea to Sky highway. While the strategy of catching a bus had the advantage of me getting easily to Whistler, it did mean that I had to wait outside the terminal for a few hours for the bus. I never got to Whistler until well after 12:00 PM. Greyhound is no longer operating that particular bus. I will have to take a local bus that only goes up the highway for 10 kilometers or so to a town called Lions Bay. I am hoping that if there is a turn off for a town, there will be a safe place to stand.  I will be on the road far earlier than normal, but starting at a point much further south than usual. It could be interesting and hopefully fun.

It has been, from one aspect, a long summer. I left home on the 25th or 26th of June (with a short stop over in Sudbury), and I got here on July 1st. I am not too sure where the time has gone. I have spent almost two more weeks on the islands than normal, done a few things that I have not done before (including showing my daughter and her two children around  a few parts of the island and looking for houses to buy) and generally had a really pleasant time. But it was, as usual not long enough. However whether I am visiting here or Sudbury, my stays will never be long enough.

I know that once I am on my own in Nanaimo, I will be okay - but right now I am a little bit sad and filled with that sense of apprehension that always proceeds a trip. There seems to have been a few more serious accidents along the Trans- Canada than usual - or at least more have been reported. I always, before starting a trip think about the possibility of being in an accident. Never once I start, but always before.

My bags are backed, the box that I am mailing back is sealed and ready to be mailed.... I guess I am off. Wondering and occasionally dreaming about that magical ride(s) that will get me here to there; wondering who will pick me up, where I will sleep and how long it will take me.