Leaving for Desolation Sound today at 7, from Shilshoe Marina. Tim and Cathy pick me up promptly at 630 and I promptly forget half my stuff, including sleeping bag, pillow, misc foodstuffs and all my diet pop, in the back of the van. Oh well, most of it can be replaced.
We had possibly the worst french dip sandwiches I’ve ever eaten for dinner tonight. The beef was still partly frozen, the au jus sauce was not mixed well, and the french bread, the 18 pack I got at Costco, was completely moldy.
The cruise up to Canadian customs on Vancouver was uneventful, having passed this way several times before.
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