On the ferry

In the past five years I've taken this trip to  Victoria so many times that I almost know what I'm doing, except that I never will because things always change and catch me unprepared.  The last time was the first time I took the new Hwy. 17 to Tsawwassen instead of the old gasoline alley down Hwy. 10. It's a much faster route, but I almost took a few wrong turns. This time I drove with confidence and caught the ferry earlier than I had expected to because I left Vernon late. The road report at 7:00am said to stay off the Connector until later in the morning because it was shrouded in fog.  By the time I got there it was clear, and from the summit west it was bright. So I left the sodden Okanagan for the sunny coast. My yard is drinking deep and I'm walking the decks of the ferry in the sun and a stiff wind. It's enough to make me echo Panglos' comment that all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds. I'm sure my mother will divest me of this illusion soon enough. She's having a very rough time, and I don't really know how to help her, so I'm just doing the next thing and trying not to worry about what I can't control. I've brought my bike this time, so I'll be able to ride the rabbit out of me if I have to. 

Jay finally heard from CIC. Their passports are in the mail, so he hopes to buy tickets for Vernon for early July.