The Journey Begins...

Hello dear and patient readers, my apologies for being so absent lately-- last night I wrote a long, witty blog under the influence of an excellent G&T, but alas it refused to post (the blog, that is-- the G&T posted very nicely thanks). Too many photos, I think, so this attempt will be slightly less picturesque.

What a week! We did our last packing Tuesday, having been informed that the movers were not arriving Wednesday afternoon as we understood, but 9am sharp. We wouldn't have made it without the help of Steve L. (never a better friend there was), who packed and swept and heaved and hoed all day long. After dark, Steve helped Paul and I load the two hives of bees, tucked and strapped, into the back of the pickup truck.

The next morning, the two moving vans arrived-- barely enough for all our worldly possessions. The barbecue was almost left behind, but the moving men, being men, realized the importance of this particular culinary appliance, and so they strapped it to the back of one truck. Quite frankly, their winks and chuckles over the legitimacy of the strategy left me a little nervous, but I wisely ignored it.

They left that night, and we followed on the 8am ferry Wednesday morning. The whole convoy consisted of: two moving vans, one towing Paul's '72 LeMans on a car trailer; Paul in the pickup with the bees, towing a U-Haul with my daughter Becca's furniture. Becca had been living in our basement suite for the winter while doing a masters degree, and timed things to move home to the Slocan Valley (1/2 hour away from our new place) at the same time as our move. Finally, Becca and I followed in my car with our cat Cassius, who will feature in a later post...

Here's a pic of Paul and Becca with the bees, on the ferry:

Stay tuned...