I have a few minutes until we have to leave for the ferry. Everything is loaded - at least I hope we have everything.
Floods up in the Quesnel to Prince George areas where we will be heading to next week so I hope the weather gets better. Just for the heck of it I'll repost that poem about leaving on a holiday. Of Course we are not heading south and instead of sand we'll find mosquitos when we get to Saskatchewan.
VACATION
We’ll go to bed early
Cause tomorrow we leave.
But sleep will be elusive
As we toss and heave.
The minutes will be like hours
The night will drag on.
We’ll arise in the morning
Our eyes all bleary, our faces drawn.
But we’ll have some coffee
Our spirits will rise.
We’ll head for the ferry
As we say our goodbyes.
Warm weather far ahead
Is what we seek.
The many miles
Will take us a week.
On sandy shores
Our bodies will relax.
We’ll not even think
About our Income Tax.
When the short time
Is over and we head home.
The memories will fade
Like the waves and their foam.
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