The first trip of the season in this climate is preceded by dewinterizing the fresh water system, which was cleared by compressed air when we put the View up for the winter last November. In February I ran it into service at Roy Robinson for a factory recall of the seat belts in the dinette set and to top off the LP tank. Les Schwab got to replace the original engine battery and inspected the brakes a couple of weeks ago. Last week I did a functional check of all the operating equipment and gave the exterior a thorough washing. Last, but not least, I changed the engine oil.
Amazingly enough the loading process went smoothly and we were on the road at the appointed time. This gets more accurate the longer we are married, but, unless there is some pressing reason for an exact departure, like a ferry sailing, being late doesn’t result in demerits.
The border crossing going north gave us the opportunity to be grateful for out ever-vigilant Border Patrol. Grateful, that is, that we were not in the south-bound lanes that stretched for miles. The Canadian border guard was extra sharp this morning. I handed her our passwords, then, after asking the requisite questions about fruit and firearms, she asked if we had any ID. She recovered gracefully and wished us a happy trip.
Sechelt is on the Sunshine Coast northwest of Vancouver, requiring a 40 minute ferry ride from Horseshoe Bay. The automobile killed the old Black Ball ferries that used to stop along the various ports and inlets up the coast and now there are the usual signs of advanced civilization: McDonalds, Tim Horton’s and Starbucks.
Sherry is working in town while the dogs and I rest and a small RV park 30 minutes north of Sechelt by foot. We utilized that mode of transportation Sunday, enjoying the gentrified waterfront and a tasty lunch at the Wheatberry Coffee Shop on Wharf Road. Great cup of coffee, scones and a delicious turkey sandwich.
While the RV park is not on the water, there is beach access at the bottom of the hill. Allie and Kinnon have a new game: race around the large log on the beach. Allie is in charge of herding and learned how to jump over the log as part of the fun. Kinnon is a speedy rascal and can zoom and dart to win the race.
Unfortunately for us, the Sunshine Coast wasn’t, so we cut short the trip by one day and headed back. The drive eastbound on Hwy 1 wasn’t nearly as congested as Saturday and the border crossing was uneventful. The American air was a bit gusty and wet, but we arrived home none worse for the wear. I have a short list of things to fix on the View and we’re ready to go again in a eighteen days!