Humptulips II

It's time to take the ferry to Victoria.  I was ahead of the game and packed last night, organized my clothes, and had my toiletries ready so I could avoid the early morning stink eye.  We were at the terminal by 7:15 for our 8:25 ferry. Yes! The ride was glorious.  The sky bright blue, the weather perfect, the scenery was filled with islands.  We were surrounded by people speaking different languages, playing games to pass the time I had never seen, everyone looking for whales in the occasional wake.
George and I made the decision to turn our phones off prior to entering Canada.  I rarely use mine and even though I just bought one for personal use, I never hear it. (That's a story for another day). So, here we are in the ferry, me sitting at our booth, George off making friends. The second year we went on a trip we traveled by a river called Hunptulips. I was intrigued and discovered that it was Native American word loosely defined as one who is having a difficult day poling the river. Today was a Humptulips kind of day for me.  I spend a lot of time avoiding my thoughts, working, talking, playing computer games, reading, talking.  And here I was without the means to talk ( I love George to pieces, but he does not talk), to my sister or a friend and the tears started to flow. Well, trickle. Okay, there were a couple. George would come back every now and then and see my funk and go meet another friend. It was cathartic.

Victoria.  When I moved to California I was 9 and my dad took my sisters and me to Disneyland. As we drove through an ugly industrial area I kept wondering where the pink clouds were.  Yeah, it was kind of like that.  So the speed limit is 90 km.  there is one sign on the island that says 55=90. Then the speed limit is always 80, only everyone is going 100.
After some  inappropriate American language usage we located the uppity hotel I booked for two nights. Unbelievable place.  We feel like the Folsom hillbillys.  We decide to do some gift shopping and get lunch, another bad decision, and ride for an hour to end up in a neighborhood five minutes from our hotel.  We then go to the downtown area which ends with George having a tiny little melt down and a sweet stranger telling us how to get back.  This is what comes of having no phone, no GPS, and leaving the good old USA! OK. The truth is we could not figure out what the big deal was about Victoria.  Maybe we missed something?
Tomorrow - who knows?