We stayed in Houston, British Columbia, Canada last night. Adam was up every few minutes. He said he was restless, was checking to see that Veronika was covered up, was putting our blankets back on, was uncomfortable and various other excuses. I think he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms since we didn’t have a cell phone signal and he hadn’t spoken to Jen for more than 10 or 20 nanoseconds.
I asked him to get Veronika dressed and to take her to the restaurant while I packed the car. I arrived a few minutes later, just in time to watch him cut up Veronika’s breakfast. He gently sliced through the link sausage for his little girl and was rewarded by a giant squirt of grease onto his clean shirt. I think he’s starting to lighten up because he just rolled his eyes, rubbed the spot and continued to eat.
Lisa adamantly insisted that she didn’t want anything from the restaurant. As years of experience have taught me, I ignored her admonitions and got her an all grain bagel with cream cheese. After getting her some coffee to go from the nearby 7-Eleven, I handed the bagel to her and ducked. She missed, but I almost busted my a** trying to dodge her assault for offering the bagel. About 10 miles down the road, I pulled off a small piece of the bagel for Veronika; a fight ensued as Lisa wrestled the scrap of bagel from Veronika. Veronika retorted with a “Mine! Mine! Mine!” I whispered to Adam that in a few minutes Lisa would ask for the rest of the bagel and find some reason to blame me for her not getting it sooner.
Before I even finished speaking, Lisa asked for the bagel, saying that she thought I said granola bar. I can see that because granola bar definitely rhymes with all grain bagel.
The weather isn’t cooperating. It isn’t raining today, but it is very misty, overcast and cold. The temps are hovering around freezing and we are making slow time. I think it may take us another 3 or 4 days to get to Anchorage, even though it would normally only be two days from here.
Everyone is very tired of being in the car. We really need to sell the KIA so Jen and I don’t have to do this again in a month and a half.
Towns in British Columbia have funny names like 150 Mile House and 90 Mile House, and 100 Mile House. I think the Canadian’s ran out of money and couldn’t buy anymore vowels so they had to just use numbers.
We finally got the truck packed and I asked Adam if he wanted to drive or navigate; “IIIII WIIILLLL DRIVE” spewed forth. So I guess I’ll navigate today. Our first stop was the A&W Root Beer across the street for breakfast. I got a “Country Ham and Egger” turns out it was Spam and Eggs on a bun with a slice of tomato. We all got some fine gourmet coffee; Adam need two of them, he needed a large coffee, “hold the water, extra sweetener.” Several gulps later he asked us if anyone else’s coffee sucked. He noted that he thought it would get better on the next sip, but never did.
We were also listening to an XM radio advertisement about voting. It was one for conservative to get out and vote and made mention of “humus eating liberals,” Adam turned to me in amazement asking what was wrong with humus;
Well it’s hump day; we are over half way through this trip. It has been the hardest day, I think everyone is getting a little tense. We stopped a little early today because it was raining, cold and getting dark. I really wanted to press on, but Veronika was beside herself, Adam had already resorted to using V’s pacifier and Lisa kept zapping me with the evil eye.
So we got gas; oh and speaking of gas, Samson had plenty of it. I opened the tailgate and was hit so hard by stench that it left a mark. We had a pretty nice hotel room, but since Samson stubbornly refused to take a dump, we were blessed with manna from Samson every few minutes. Finally he started to whimper around midnight, I took him out and he finally expelled the evil within outside in the parking lot.
Hmmm, I lost my train of thought…as I was saying, we got gas, and checked into a hotel with an indoor pool and spa. I took Veronika to the pool while Adam dazed into the heavens looking for a cell phone signal to call his beloved bride (for about the thousandth time today). He joined us later, and I think he finally relaxed for the first time in the hot tub. I expected to have to call the mountain rescue patrol to get him out. Veronika, however, was less enthusiastic with the pool. She finally poked a foot into the hot tub and splashed around a bit.
Dinner was a thing of beauty. We went to the hotel restaurant and Veronika put on a floor show for the other guests. She started after seeing her silverware with an opera, I am not an opera enthusiast, but I think the one she sang was ‘Mine!” or maybe “Mine!, Mine!, Mine!” it might have even been “Minekoff!” Afterwards, she did a dancing and gymnastics routine. I think the older couple sitting next to us was really impressed; they cheered when Veronika leaped in the chair and threw the “My Little Pony” figurine into the audience.
At last dinner was served; Adam gave Veronica all of the parts of his chicken fajitas and then carefully prepared his first fajita. Veronika took one look at the masterpiece he had created and promptly declared, “Mine!” Adam went to bed without dinner. I conducted an experiment with barbeque sauce on chicken jerky. They thought they could fool me by naming it “BBQ Chicken” on the menu, but I have a discerning palette, and instantly recognized it as jerky since the entire beast was completely void of all moisture. Lisa got an excellent Caesar salad and onion soup (I got an onion soup too). The soup was really good.
We are driving through the mountains in British Columbia. They are extraordinarily beautiful. The rivers, cliffs, multicolored trees, clouds, rain, all collided to create this really spectacular scene.
The roads were very close to the mountains and we had numerous “Avalanche” and “Rock Slide” signs. Adam became very nervous (nearly bit his finger nails to the stub) as I swerved around a few small pebbles (seriously…about the size of a golf ball). I asked him if he were all right, and he said he was. We talked a little more and I asked him if this was what he expected. He said that he expected to have to drive through mountains, but didn’t expect to have to do it in ice, rain and around “boulder” in the road.
We crossed the Canadian border…lots of questions…why are you going to Anchorage? Why give temporary guardianship to her parents instead of Adam? What do you have in the truck? Do you have any sisters? Ever been in a Turkish Bath House?
Once he determined our Bath House status, he apparently didn’t see fit to inspect our vehicle or possessions. So we are officially in Canada. It’s is really quite beautiful here except for the torrential rain.
Well we got our stuff packed at the hotel, went to Michele’s and picked up the dog. I REALLY didn’t want to leave Gage and Michele. I definitely think they should have thrown their stuff in the car and moved with us.
We are taking the day off…sort of. We have to get a health certificate for the dog, try to get some stuff for the video cameras. Adam wants to go to the first Starbuck’s in Seattle and Pikes Place Market.
Turned out to be a very busy admin day.
Despite the fact that we have been driving all day, and are very tired, Michele wanted to fix dinner for us. The thought is great, but we are all worn out. Jeff grilled barbeque chicken, corn on the cob and zucchini. Michele made baked beans. Everything was terrific.
Gage and Veronika played football both before and after dinner. I saw the sins of the father visit the next generation when Gage threw the football onto the dinner table. He was really scared and cried “I didn’t mean it!” It made me realize how incredibly wrong it is too harshly discipline your kids. I remember my children being afraid of my punishments when they were little, now I see my grandson afraid of his mother’s punishment.