ONCE AGAIN, I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS. WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE IN CANADA AND HAVEN'T HAD ANY WIFI. I'VE ALSO JUST KIND OF FORGOTTEN.
So Friday was day 6 of our family fun adventure. We went to Olympic National Park and North Cascades National Park. After seeing Mt. Rainier, both seemed like a waste of time. The views were gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but once you see one mountain, you kind of see them all. To save us about 4 hours of driving time, we took a neat little ferry from Port Townsend to Coupeville, WA (Nikki had called and I told her we were going to Coupeville and she thought I said Poopville. So immature). The ferry was coolio. We got front row "seats" since we were the biggest and baddest vehicle on the entire boat. Mom almost hit a motorcyclist while boarding, but she'll deny it.
After we got off the ferry and visited North Cascades, the excitement kind of leveled out at a solid -3, on a scale of 10. We drove to our campground which was about 20 south of the Washington-Canada border, set up camp, and slept our little hearts away.
Us being such early risers, we had plans Saturday to wake up and be gone at 7am. Yeah, didn't happen at all. We finally rolled (literally for me) out of bed at about 8:30am and got on the road at 10ish. After about 20 minutes of driving in circles, trying to figure out where the heck we were supposed to cross the border at, we finally found a random line of cars and decided to join.
The whole actual border crossing experience itself was not what I was hoping. I was thinking they'd think we were drug dealers or something and pull us over and strip search our oh-so-subtle 32ft bus. You know, like what was supposed to happen in We're The Millers (great movie by the way, 10/10 would recommend). But no, that didn't happen at all. Not even close. However, the time leading up to our crossing was pretty exciting. Dad was passed out sleeping, but mom and I had some fun. Although to be honest, all I can really remember is the good-looking guy in the car in front of us.
But if you're bored and on Twitter, search the hashtag #crossingtheborderwithlaur - I live tweeted most of the comments mom was saying during our hour and a half wait. She doesn't know it though (hehe).
After we finally crossed into the exotic country of Canada, we hit up the visitor center so I could piddle and mom could get some maps, because apparently it's not working out between her and Siri. After mom got done talking with the woman at the counter and figuring out where we were supposed to go, we both walked out of the visitor center as happy campers.
I got a cutie little Canadian flag and mug
And mom was in map heaven.
We drove for about 6 or 7 hours and made a few pit stops along the way. We drove through Hell's Gate, which is apparently some major attraction in Canada. I personally didn't see how it was different from any other mountainous part that we drove through. But what do I know, I'm only American. Then I was an adult for 0.2 seconds and purchased some fancy Canadian wine. I was greeted in the store by two 70+ year old men who were wearing extremely short jorts and no shirts and asking the clerk where the Mike's Hard Lemonade was. I tell you what, Canada's the best. We then continued on our merry little way and landed in Quesnel, British Columbia. After hearing it 23890 times, I still don't know how to pronounce Quesnel. I just know you don't say it how it looks, because that would be too simple (typical Canadians).
So then this morning we had plans, yet again, to wake up and peace out early and of course, didn't leave until 10am. I honestly don't know why we keep making these plans of leaving at the crack of dawn. I don't think we've left at our planned time once this trip. But YOLO.
We originally headed north towards some town that's, well, north. I want to say it's like Fort St. George or something, but I know you all really don't care so whatever. We got about 5 hours north of Quesnel before we realized that the woman at the visitor center sent us on a route that was about 2 days out of our way. SO after we realized we were never going to make it to Fairbanks, we turned around and now we're on our way back to Houghton. Just kidding, we're not. Gotcha!! No, we're only like 4 hours north of Quesnel. This trip is literally taking forever.
The goal was to make it to Fairbanks by Tuesday night, but it's looking like it'll be Wednesday. Nikki thought we were going to be there today. Ha. What a jokester that Nikki is. Oscar's been having regular piddle and poop schedules, so you all don't have to worry about that. I can't think of anything else of importance that I need to share with you all except that I saw my future husband at the the gas station today.
Sooooooooooo, until next time.
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