Early Day 3
Very early. As in 2 AM, when little one decided to come home before her friends.
Except that she had forgotten one small thing – her room key.
So, we got one of those early morning phone calls. Except that the phone was not in reach, and Carl decided it wasn’t one of our phones at all and that we should ignore the phone. But I finally managed to struggle off of the bed, and got the phone on the second call.
Sleeping quarters
Two phone calls and one hour later I was able to buzz little one into the room and finally fall back asleep.
Not so early, Day 3.
Ashlan slept in a bit.
Carl & I went over to the fields next to Thunderbird Arena and I ran a mile, give or take, slowly. Then we walked around campus and found a Starbucks and a Post Office.
Ashlan called to see where we were. Checking up on her old folks – kind of cute.
Showers and lunch and we set out again.
Mid Day 3
Down to the beach.
I do mean down. 470 steps.
The reward, a beautiful sandy beach. (Clothing optional, and yes there were a few taking advantage)
Unlike many of the beaches around Seattle, it was not windy, and rather warm.
Carl & Ashlan played catch – baseball, and later football.
I soaked in the sun, almost took off my sweater, but that is as far as I considered going.
After a while we climbed back up the steps, and across campus.
Carl & Ashlan have a catch
Ashlan & Jay - Winter in the northwest
Evening Day 3
We decided on dinner and a movie for our evening entertainment.
Right as we had picked a restaurant phones rang with contact from Seattle friends fresh out of a curling match.
We rendezvoused at Hell’s Kitchen for dinner.
Traded tales of the games and Vancouver in general.
After too short a time they left for another match.
We traded Hell’s Kitchen for Scoops and frozen yogurt, foosball and Guess Who?
Finally time for the movie – Crazy Heart.
A really good movie. I seem to be seeing a lot of film with music as the central theme lately, but that is OK with me.
The last bit was the ride home. We have been riding the bus to get places. Friday night in Vancouver is a jumping time. The buses were all packed, and we packed in with the rest of the city.
Back to early morning – when Ashlan was attempting to get home, sans keys, at least one bus passed her by because it was too full. Seattle and Vancouver are often compared. The widespread size of the city and much larger population are easy to see. Less obvious, until you are one the ground, is the use of the transit system. They have buses, the new underground Canada Line and the Skytrain. Our week here is definitely a skewed perspective, but there have been no buses that stayed empty for long.
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