a post in three parts:
vancouver was overall a success, though too short to really get a good feel for the city—me and steve spent an embarrassingly large portion of the two days either en-route to or at H&M (we got lost, a lot), but I feel it was worth it. I didn’t take very many pictures, but I think this one kind of sums up the entire experience:
the drive back was okay, except for some tense moments at the border, which my lawyers tell me I can’t discuss further. we stopped at a strip of outlet stores north of Seattle, and I felt like a tool because I bought a new pair of the same shoes I happened to be wearing, but other than that (and fucking torrential rains) the drive back was uneventful. Steve impressed us with his culinary expertise (boneless-skinless chicken breasts, canned corn, canned kidney beans, salt/pepper—hell, it was healthier than poutine!), we drank a few 40s between us, watched Harold and Kumar, and slept the sleep of the righteous and well-driven. Me and Brian left at what had become the standard time for the trip: 1:00 in the afternoon, which was (every time) about 3 hours later than what we would’ve liked. The drive alternated between bright sun and pouring rain, which was fun because the (cheap) sunglasses I had were really dark, so either the world was visible (when sunny) or hardly observable (rainy), and led to many fumblings to find and discard said sunglasses. and then it snowed some.
thanks to parts (I) and (II), being home in as boring a place as humboldt is a welcome change, which was kind of the point of the trip in the first place. it’s been cold (not as much as BC) and rainy (more so than in BC), but that’s cool. and I lack a satisfactory ending to this post, so I leave you with this:
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