I thought I was tired when we got to the hotel last night. I knew NOTHING about being tired yesterday. Today? Oh boy today.
Every day we've had a plan. And every day we've completely thrown the plan out the window.
Example? We were supposed to leave for this trip Saturday April 30th in the morning. We actually left on Friday at 5. We'll decide we will drive to X town, and then each day we've gotten to X town and said, "Hell no, we can go further."
Today we were planning to stop at a hotel called Sasquatch Crossing Inn. Mostly because it was perfectly in the middle of two locations and would make it so we didn't do more than a 6 hour day.
And then we saw the Sasquatch Crossing Inn.
In a "town" that looked a little something like this.
Yes, that is the ENTIRE "town."
I mean, northern British Columbia has some amazing views and we even saw TWO MOOSE today, but some of these "towns" leave a little to be desired. Sure, the Sasquatch Crossing Inn promised nightly Sasquatch sightings (no joke, this is their main claim to fame), but I like my life and sort of wanted to keep it, so another two hours we drove!
Because of our last minute decision to add two hours to our drive, yet again I have no idea where we are staying tomorrow.
I guess that's all part of the fun right?
Whatever, the fish are still alive at the end of day three (GOOOO ME!), so I must be doing something right.
And now, day three in snapshots.
The surroundings are breathtaking, but I have to admit, they're also a little terrifying. I mean, it could be that we're listening to Desperation by Stephen King, a book about a middle of nowhere town in Nevada with a crazy mass murderer in it, but I don't know. There is something about all this open space with so few people in it that confuses my little brain.
I mean, one "town" we passed through had 82 total residents, and hadn't received electricity or running water until 1950 and I only saw two buildings. Ummm, wow.
The remoteness of our relocation, the total volume of miles that I am putting between myself and the people I love is becoming very very real with each passing day. I've also found that as we move north we're also moving back in time. In Olympia my tulips were nearing the end of their lifespan, the time for bulbs was over and veggies and flowers were getting ready to do their thing.
But here? Way up north here? Each mile north we travel the further backwards into early spring or LATE winter we travel. The trees are completely leafless, there isn't a flower in sight, and all the lakes we pass have ice covering their surfaces.
Kids, we aren't in Olympia anymore.
Well, at least I saw TWO moose today.
Tomorrow I'll try for a picture.
It's the least I can do.