Yikes, 03:15 comes early and I think at age 66 I am becoming a wussy. Getting up that early feels like stroking a cat backwards – not good. Off to the shuttle and my driver and I have a great discussion of life in general and fixing major world problems while being driven to the airport seems to be an easy task. I also noticed that going through security early has its benefits, everyone is still in a reasonable good…
Up at 07:30 and making sure all the items are packed and by the door. As I watch the ham, potatoes and eggs sizzle in the pan, I once again go through my list hoping I have everything I need and nothing I don’t. I love sitting at the kitchen counter looking out the large bay window seeing all the birds flitting back and forth and this morning is no different. It is slightly snowing and dozens of birds crowd…
Well, once again the time of departure is approaching fast, with every moment being packed (no pun intended) with a flurry of activities, from choosing the right underwear ( yes, that is very important when riding a motorcycle) to checking for needed inoculations, medications and all the other things one thinks one needs. This time, the trip will take me from beautiful Powell River, a small sea level community on the west coast of Canada to Vancouver and on to…