Party Platter B

Friday morning we sadly packed up our bags in Missoula and shipped out with the border in our sights. We decided to split up the 10 hour drive and stop for the night somewhere around Seattle. We stopped in Everett, WA at another Walmart Inn. This ultimately ended up being the worst sleeping location thus far. The car was lightly scented with the gasoline vapors wafting from our malfunctioning camping stove. There were absolute creatures in the parking lot until the 3 a.m hour. A straggler rolling up around 6 a.m to blast Mariah Carey on his speakers across from our car was the final wake up call. We left for Vancouver soon after

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Border patrol was a breeze, slightly awkward, but we got through with no problems.

Canada!

First stop was Lynn Canyon Park to do some hiking and exploring. The hike was a little intense at times, but took us to some cool views and a suspension bridge.

And lots of banana slugs.

After the park, we got a quick slice of pizza and checked into our hotel downtown.

That evening we partook in a few cocktails at the ‘Irish Snug’ downtown and met some international friends. Our bartender made a super Burt Reynolds shot, but ultimately our eyes proved to be bigger than both our tolerances and our wallets.

Thanks Forrest!

German creepers

Enrique creeper

The following day, Gretchen needed a little R&R time back at the hotel, so I braved the Canadian drizzle solo. Rain coat was donned, and away we go!

The thing I soon came to realize about Vancouver is that everyone looks better than you. Everyone has great haircuts, amazing shoes, and ultimately makes you look and feel like a sewer rat. That aside, Vancouver has a sweet downtown! The Gastown district was my favorite by far. Lots of unique shops and cool eateries.

There was a clock there. Tourists really took to this clock.

Hockey creature!

Thought provoking Canada

Risque Canada

Urban Canada

Cutie Canada

Raving Canada

East Lansing, BC, Canada

Olympic Canada

Designed in Canada! John Fluevog shoes. Maybe when I have a job…

After my moseying around, I returned to the hotel to find Gretchen fluffed and ready to set out again. We headed back to the Gastown area to grab some dinner. Settling on a sushi place, we quickly decided Party Platter B was the way to go

Party Platter B was NOT the way to go. Epically huge. We left with massive leftovers.

The following day we weaseled our way out of paying for hotel parking, packed our stuff, grabbed a quick lunch and headed back to the states, where the gas was in gallons and the sales tax wasn’t 12%. Whats with the suction cup thing on Canadian gas pumps, anyway? Major struggle at the BP.

At the end of the day, I still prefer my homeland to that of our northern counterparts. But either way, I leave you with a song from the best musician to call themselves a canuck.

Signing off,
Mar B