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... home, with water tanks and a chicken coop (yes, filled with live chickens) strapped to the roof. Our hostel is an old style house, soft wooden floors, a multi-coloured kitchen, a strange loft added up top, and whose dirt backyard it packed with bicycles and tents. Its picket fence is a painted rainbow, and it’s house number is spelt out with cds. I am in love with this town already.
The only thing we did tonight, as we arrived after 6pm, was ...
... there was a memorial to Steve Prefontaine as well as interesting information about Oregon.
We then stopped at a Railway museum which, though not open, gave us a view of a steam train and a couple of cabooses. Interesting. Then we went to meet Tully at a seafood cafe where we had a substantial serve of local fish and chips. After interesting conversation it was time to say farewell. We left Tully there and Linda drove us back to the house where we collected the car, ...
We left Port Angeles about 8am and stopped to buy a phone card to keep in touch with the family in Courtenay. I'm not sure if we can phone Alan as he doesn't have a landline but he and Rosemary can follow our blog. they have two friends visiting them for a few days and they are going to ...
We suffered through a cool night last night. Boy did the cool air feel good! We woke up to a beautiful blue sky, and enjoyed a breakfast consisting of cottage cheese and freshly picked wild blackberries. We always look forward to picking and eating blackberries when we are up this way and boy those plants are everywhere! The furry ones needed a walk so we put on long sleeves and took them for a stroll.
Last Sunday we met a couple ...
... br> I get myself ready, pack my bags and walk into the living room. A beautiful woman in colorful clothes sitting and greying brown hair is sitting on the couch. My face freezes of amazement when I realize who it is. I walk over and introduce myself to her. Betty-Anne Daviss, the woman I’ve heard so much about and have wanted to meet for a long time, is right here. Such good news to find out we’re travelling together ...