Nick had a rough Wednesday and Thursday. On his walks, when he peed, there was more blood than urine coming out. It was really scary and we scheduled The Grim Reaper for a visit on Saturday. But Nick bounced back. He would have nothing of the Reaper, at least for now. By Tuesday, he decided to come along to BC with us. We are still not sure that Nick will make it to the end of the long road trip with us but we are pretty sure that he will be happiest on the parts he makes. Besides, Nick does not trust us to mark his Northern Territories for him. He says that that task is best left to an expert. I tend to agree with him on this.
With the trailer in tow, we round a circuitous route through Oregon and Washington, with family visits along the way. I met up with Uncle Knobular on the 4th of July in Port Angeles in time for the ferry to Vancouver Island.
The crossing went smoothly if you ignore a new scrape on the side of the Airstream and Knobular’s run in with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police at Canadian Customs. We were never certain what they were looking for when they searched his cavities. The search seemed to be gratuitous. But with Brian’s known association with Ross Finlayson, perhaps the search was inevitable. And when Uncle Knobs emphatically asked the border agents, “So why exactly are you called ‘Mounties’?” the search was inevitable.
Our RV Park in Victoria, Westbay Marine Village, sits on a small peninsula looking back across the water to downtown Victoria. Though the park was tightly packed with rigs, the nearby well maintained multi-story houseboats and the sound of the floatplanes landing and taking off from the bay gave the place a unique feel. There was even a water taxi that would take us from the nearby marina to downtown.
Nick liked the frequent trips to the water. Though I worry about him a lot, I was glad that Nick chose to come along.