So we returned to the Great White North. We made a pit stop at Mr. Vij's sequined restaurant in Surrey, My Shanti. It's expensive and like nothing we've experienced south of the border.
BC is podunk, Vegas and Europe all at once. The American Northwest has a more coherent identity.
Horace and Skylar were inseparable on land and on water.
Baby Jane is tagging along these days. She's such a sport.
We didn't know much about the Southern Gulf Islands before our trip. They're hard to get to and therefore unusually quiet. Now all we need is a sailboat to commute there or the San Juans, and our vacation plans are set for perpetuity.
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