Lily, Nick and I finally started the long trek southwards yesterday, leaving Cobble Hill, on Vancouver Island, in beautiful, beautiful British Columbia, to catch the ferry from Victoria, Canada, to Anacortes in the US. Now it's Monday morning and we're in Lily's home in Olympia.
David had to fly home to San Diego on Saturday for a big few days at the Bondi, and — horror of horrors — the day before, Lily fell on the stairs in the glorious old Empress Hotel in Victoria, injuring her ankle. And the codeine-based painkillers the doctor prescribed have made her throw up, so she's really been in the wars.
So she and Nick will stay in Olympia. I will too, until Wednesday, when David will fly up to join me for the drive home. I've been contemplating driving home alone, but on the big interstate freeway it's over 1600 (fast, straight and boring) kilometres, which is a long way!
But apart from poor old Lil, we've had a brilliant time. Such a beautiful part of the world.