Sleepless and almost in Seattle

Sleepless in Seattle.

It took us SO long tonight to find a place to sleep, for some reason thoughts were not flowing logically. We had a fun night in Vancouver, and it really helped to have a shower again the next morning. We wanted to make sure we had taken full advantage of the water time. We decided the next morning to bike around the island. We first got sushi from the same place we had eaten dinner at only 15 hours before. It was just as good the send time. It was a tiny place next to our hotel, that served 40 pieces of sushi for $19 dollars, and surprisingly it far exceeded both of our expectations. The bike path was unmatched. We rode past the entire city, who seemed to be enjoying their lovely warm Saturday. We spent some time in China town, and got pretty lost. We must have “crossed the tracks” because we stumbled into a pretty questionable area. I have been to most parts of New York and I have never seen heroine being injected 3 times down one street in broad daylight, just an observation. The rest of the city was really fun and reminded me a lot of home. We grabbed a falafel, our fuel/coffee, and returned to Gus (our parking meter was about to expire). We got some fuel for Gus (gas) and headed back to Bellingham: for some reason Max and I have taken to calling it Bethlahamster, that’s what the locals are called. We slowly, but with no trouble crossed the boarder. Boarder control asked Max four times where I was, and I was stilling in the same spot all three times Max responded. We then drove and drove looking for a camp site. There were literally no open ones after Bethlamster before Seattle. We ended up driving more than if we had gone all the way to Seattle around looking for campsites. We quickly learned the difference between campsite, RV park, trailer park, and truck stop: each having there different perks and less desirable aspects. We backed tracked to rest stop (it was the ONLY option available).

The sound of the highway is actually quite soothing, but the 4,000 police sirens that are constantly driving by are less soothing. Washington has a lot cops, it’s a good thing we can’t speed. To all of you that ever read the series The Boxcar Children: that is the best way I can think of to describe this experience. Reminder: We are LIVING in a bus, it should be made in a movie (mom). We made another—am pretty sure—failed attempt to seal our window. Our neighbors just popped a tent out of their car. I have discovered that baby wipes are some of the handiest things. This bus it acquiring some of the weirdest junk. Max has set up his hammock. Max learned that Velcro-ing curtains is actually hard work. This particular curtain was found on the streets of Vancouver, it is the only one that wont hang properly. Every curtain on Gus is different and each one has a story behind it, it gives Gus character I think.