I'm in Vancouver for a few days fleeing Whistler's weekend crowds. Belle is boarded in Whistler. It's probably fair to describe Vancouver as being like San Francisco with worse weather and better geography. It's the kind of city where chinese food cost me less than the used books next door.
It's been raining for close to a week now and finally looks to have cleared up. I'm ready.
There's a large music festival going on near UBC this weekend. I plan to pay a visit.
I plan to spend the coming week in Whistler (I have a couple deliveries coming, plus more riding to do), then work my way east to meet a buddy for a few days backpacking in Banff. After that I'll slowly work my way back to Salt Lake City. How time flies.
I recently caught myself saying "eh". As in "Hey Belle, looks like a good campsite, eh?" I may soon manage to get "eh" and "ya'll" in the same sentance. Keep your fingers crossed.