Friday, July 1, 2005
Day 4 – Rest Day
Happy Canada Day, and happy birthday Lynn Whelan!
It was a relaxing day, relatively, as we slept in at our luxurious lodgings in the Fairmont Airport Hotel, Vancouver. After some time on the internet at the hotel, Monique treated us to a buffet breakfast, then we packed, and headed over the Rick and Patricia’s house to put Monique’s bike back together, and say a last farewell to Albert. I got to test my new bike pump, and managed to get one of Monique’s tires up to 90 psi. Pretty good, hey!
Then we headed to Hope (by car this time), and found a campsite for the night. We headed down the highway after we got set up, to have some supper at a local truck stop. On our way back, we stopped at the scene of a traffic accident. A small truck (enclosed; I’m not good at cars and trucks, sorry), had left the road and gone into a ditch, resulting in its passenger side roof resting up against the rock face. Another truck, heading in the opposite direction, stopped at the same time we did. Before we got there, a car had pulled up, and the passenger was leaving his truck and getting into the car (we figure he had somehow called her), or perhaps she was following him. They insisted the driver of the wrecked vehicle was fine, and they took off. There was enough cell phone service to call the police, and enough excitement to last me for awhile. The driver of the other truck that stopped was very good at details, and was able to give the police sufficient details for them to hopefully stop the (impaired) pair.
Happy Canada Day, and happy birthday Lynn Whelan!
It was a relaxing day, relatively, as we slept in at our luxurious lodgings in the Fairmont Airport Hotel, Vancouver. After some time on the internet at the hotel, Monique treated us to a buffet breakfast, then we packed, and headed over the Rick and Patricia’s house to put Monique’s bike back together, and say a last farewell to Albert. I got to test my new bike pump, and managed to get one of Monique’s tires up to 90 psi. Pretty good, hey!
Then we headed to Hope (by car this time), and found a campsite for the night. We headed down the highway after we got set up, to have some supper at a local truck stop. On our way back, we stopped at the scene of a traffic accident. A small truck (enclosed; I’m not good at cars and trucks, sorry), had left the road and gone into a ditch, resulting in its passenger side roof resting up against the rock face. Another truck, heading in the opposite direction, stopped at the same time we did. Before we got there, a car had pulled up, and the passenger was leaving his truck and getting into the car (we figure he had somehow called her), or perhaps she was following him. They insisted the driver of the wrecked vehicle was fine, and they took off. There was enough cell phone service to call the police, and enough excitement to last me for awhile. The driver of the other truck that stopped was very good at details, and was able to give the police sufficient details for them to hopefully stop the (impaired) pair.
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