The view from Jessie’s rooftop tent at 7:30am this morning. I was still in my sleeping bag.
This is my first morning on the road. I woke in Tofino, cold and frosty, but to the sound of the roaring surf and ravens calling. I woke feeling deliriously happy, a little unable to believe that this adventure has started. I packed yesterday morning from the back of my friend Kevin’s studio, and at 9am my friend Al Smith and I set off for the ferry to Vancouver Island.
This is it. Everything I’m traveling with for the year is in this pile. Miraculously, it fits beautifully into Jessie, with room to spare. Not much room, but some.
I’m inclined to drive straight to Nevada, Arizona, and Santa Fe. Neither Jessie nor I care for the cold.
The drive to Tofino took us until late evening, stopping at Canadian Tire for a few bits and pieces so we could hardwire an invertor into the auxillary battery. And when I say “we” I mean Alan, but I watched and learned. I also bought proper wrenches because Alan made fun of mine.
By 10:30pm we were eating freeze dried stroganoff, drinking a nice Bordeaux to celebrate, and shivering in the snow and hail. Al had a rough night in the tent but I was warm and dry and had what was the most comfortable, peaceful night in weeks. The drive was breathtaking, even in the dark. Magical and snowy and the perfect maiden drive for Jessie.
We’re at a coffee shop now, but will be back at the campsite this evening to have dinner, open a bottle of wine and shoot dusk. Tomorrow I head back to Vancouver, pick up Dave Delnea on Wednesday morning and begin heading south.