|this scone will be part of the story eventually|
In my life outside blogging I'm providing copy for our town's amazing new tourism website. It is going to be world class (nothing to do with me) and the words will be like jewels on the page (oh dream on!). When I dropped into the office on Wednesday my wonderful boss Tracey asked if I would like to go on a boat trip up to Desolation Sound. Local tour operators had offered the puppies a familiarisation tour to enable them to promote the business to tourists.
The puppies, I'm sure you are wondering, is my name for the bright eyed and bushy tailed summer students who have now invaded the visitor centre as information counsellors. I'm not sure the puppies were all that thrilled to have "Granny" along but off we all went.
First order of the day was to get me into the truck. It was one of those raised up jobby's. As the puppies treat me like a frail ninety yr old I was determined to manage on my own. There were some anxious moments and a little begging to the truck god, but I did it, pride intact.
After a thirty minute drive up to mile 0 on Highway 101*, we were in Lund, gateway to Desolation Sound. Of course, since it was thirty minutes since the puppies had eaten, they made straight for the bakery.
While they filled up on scones and cinnamon buns, I happily wandered around the garden.
|please tell me the name of this plant, I want one|
enjoying this view
We did get on the water
Thank you to Ted and Joanie Winegarden for a lovely afternoon.
*tourist info: world's longest highway, also known as the Pan American, going all the way down to Chile 9,312 miles (15020 km) away. If you live close to it let me know, maybe there is a 101 club, if not we could start one.