The quality of light is different up here. I'm not sure if it is the latitude, the thinner ozone, or even the slightly higher altitude, but whenever the sun comes out, it warms you to your very bones, lifts your heart, and cheers your spirits.
I've met a few people from my department at school, who have been very kind. It looks like I have gained my advisor's confidence enough that he recommended I jump right in with the graduate level courses in physics, rather than take any remedial catch-up classes that he had previously recommended (much to my delight at the time--I had been just tickled pink that the dean of the department had sat and noodled over my application and written me an acceptance letter that specifically addressed my background). I start work next week and classes the following. Anyway that's enough of that. This is supposed to be about the trip, so here is that trip stuff.
We left California on the first day of August, clearing out just in time for our tenants to move in to our old place (a very nice couple as well). The wabbits survived the trip, and Dan and I survived each other's unbroken proximity. :) Here are the few of my photos that turned out okay. A few days before the trip, unbeknownst to me, the little bugger had decided that focusing and light metering were just too much of a bother. *sigh*
The doofi at their Uncle Mike's and Auntie Heather's in Seattle.
Mike and Heather's snake.
One of the approximately bajillion rivers we crossed.
BC is very beautiful. They have a beautiful breadbasket-y area just north of the US border--a beautiful, lush green valley whose fruit rivals California's.
Rivers here are just ridiculously clean and beautiful.
Pretty little lagoon thingy.
Doofi in hotel room in... errr... a tiny Canadian town.
As you can see, they found this trip very taxing and stressful.
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