Getting there is half the fun.
The Turtle is on the march again. Tomorrow, we board a plane for England. We don't have a direct flight this time; we will stop in Calgary to stretch our legs, which is just as well.
|Bustling downtown Whistler, B.C.|
We drove past Squamish, and I commented that it was much smaller than I had thought. It turned out that Squamish is much bigger than it appears from the Sea to Sky Highway. On our way home, we did a little exploring in the town, and I decided I liked the place. We found our way to the harbour, and I talked to a man who was working near the dock. He pointed out the enormous rock known as The Chief, and explained to me that if I looked carefully, I could see the chief's headdress hanging down, his nose sticking up --- "He's lying back like this," said my guide, leaning over backwards. I looked, but I did not see. It was like when people say that clouds look like sheep, or Abraham Lincoln, or whatever. I seldom get it. No imagination. I nodded, though, as if it were all clear to me.
|Ice fields seen from Tantalus Overlook|
Looking west (I think), there were the ice fields -- not as spectacular as when we first saw them, but still cold and imposing.
|Looking south from Tantalus Overlook|
Looking south, the mountains were clear of snow (fine by me). We proceeded, and Howe Sound became more glorious with every moment. Finally, I said "I have to pull over and take another photograph." I was beginning to feel guilty. As you can see, though, it had to be done.
|Glorious Howe Sound|
From there, we made a beeline for home, where we heard the story of our eldest grandchild's first day in first grade -- and we had pizza. Exciting times.
Tomorrow, we'll be airborne. I hope to post next from Stratford-upon-Avon.