We pushed off early today after a quick walk to the river and a few more photos. We stopped in Whistler for a latte (yes, Starbucks) after navigating the RV through the narrow corridors of the village and bouncing our way down streets littered with molguls (ie: cars). We sipped our coffee in procrastination of ending our vacation but returned to the RV in fear that the parking enforcement would complain about us taking up multiple spaces. My theory, however, was that if we paid for an hour’s worth of parking but took up 6 spaces then we should be fine for 10 minutes.
Heading further south, we pulled into Horseshoe Bay and had lunch out on the patio of the restaurant overlooking the harbor. We had developed a substantial appetite after circling the back streets of the small town in search of a parking spot. The RV sure seemed a lot smaller back at the expansive lot of the RV dealer and park next to the mammoth class A rigs. This was also our first meal “out” since we left my aunt and uncle’s place in Wasilla over a week ago.
With excuses for procrastination running out, we finally pushed on to the boarder. The crossing back into the US was effortless. In fact, I was a bit surprised and disappointed that the customs agent didn’t pick up on the fact that our residence was in Seattle yet the plates on the RV were Alaskan. Another interesting contrast between the US and Canada was noted. When entering Canada, the primary questions were regarding firearms. However, the US boarder agent was only intent on knowing if we had any fruit. Apparently, alien citrus has been deemed the next biggest threat to national security now that Bin Laden has been fed to the fish.
Arriving home was truly a bittersweet moment. It is always good to be home but it also signifies the end of the best and most memorable experience we have shared. In our absence, we had the house painted. Pulling up, we were anxious to see the house and if iridescent orange had been a good choice. Luckily I had left Kat in charge of final color selection and the neutral tan that greeted us at the far end of the drive way looked fantastic. The cat, the fish, and the bird all survived the three weeks of social deprivation—not that the fish were really all that social to start with. The cat has decided that it likes being petted and fish still seem adverse to it. The only causality of our absence was a circuit breaker that tripped during the painting resulting in a defrosted freezer. Still, we can’t help to wonder what the repercussions of the career would be if we just called in “sick” for another week. Alas, the imminent return to work will be a harsh reality.
Final Tally: 2,885 miles driven in our new RV from Anchorage to Seattle. 3,450 miles total for trip.
Number of pictures taken: 1,623 (seriously!).