Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll

It's been a fairly quiet week here at Casa Ogilvie. The weather hasn't helped much in the way of giving us energy to do anything. The island received a nice unseasonal dollop of snow and cold temperatures a few days ago, which gave us a good excuse to sleep until noon each day, and do as little as possible in our waking hours. Fortunately, the temperatures have been slowly rising, and it should be warm all weekend, so with any luck the dogs and I can get Zach out to do some errands and walking at Goldstream. He's going a tad batshit stir crazy, if I do say so myself. The dogs and I however are perfectly happy sleeping our lives away, as per usual.

Although we have been spending most of our time in the camper this week, we were lucky enough to get out a couple times to socialize. Our first visit was with The Grand Emperor Clinton, who not only introduced us to a cat with Downs Syndrome, but helped us find a pub that sells $4.75 pints. We had a great visit, and many laughs, and with any luck next time we get together we'll have more than $20 between us, and the weather won't be so Saskatchewan-like.

The next evening, Katherine and Ryan invited us over for supper and a visit, and even let us bring the dogs. Poor pups have had to spend almost every social engagement waiting in the truck since we left Regina. Patches had a nice visit with Rusty, while Maggie spent her evening barking at poor Rusty and at reflections in the window, among other things. It was nice to catch up with Bink and Ryan, and they better be prepared for more visits, 'cause we think they're pretty awesome.

Other than that, not too much to report. We've been eating all our dried and canned goods**, and inventing slow cooker recipes since we don't have propane at the moment, I've been shamelessly self promoting my Etsy shop to try and make some cash, and today we went for a nice walk around the campground when the rain let up a bit. (I'll post some pictures later.)

So sorry folks, life can't be all about sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll all the time. Sometimes it's just about bad weather, eating, and getting very comfortable peeing in front of your spouse.

** Some people were very concerned about our large supply of dried goods, and crossing the border with them. (I'm lookin' at you, Walker.) Not to worry, we are too poor to buy fresh food, so most of them have been going in to soups and stews and casseroles, and should all be gone before we head to the States in January.

Vancouver and Beyond

After taking our time driving through the mountains, stopping and visiting family and such, we arrived in Vancouver. We've been camped out in a Walmart parking lot in Burnaby until today, when we decided that we needed to park this trailer, so we could be more mobile in the city while we visit friends and wait for Rogers to deal with our Rocket Hub.

We drove out to Tsawwassen this morning and set up camp at the ParkCanada RV park. I don't think either of us expected to find the greatest place on earth, but at the same time, we were not prepared for the mud, the less than stellar facilities, or the folks that live here in their motor homes turned houses. (I will try and sneak some photos in the morning.) The upside was that they had public showers and believe me, we were both getting pretty ripe, since our last shower was in Armstrong a few days ago.

Once we got settled in, I gathered my toiletries and headed off to the shower room. I have honestly never been so paranoid and scared in a shower stall before. I don't know if it's because it's the off-season and no one else is really around, or maybe it was the redneck hunters, and sketchy looking trailer park boys and their dogs that weirded me out, but the whole time I was washing my hair, I kept peeking around the curtain to look for shadows and listen for foot steps. It was a scene that could have started any B-rated horror movie or zombie flick. Needless to say, I got the hell out of there as fast as I could, and I won't be going back unless absolutely necessary.
(Zach was none too impressed with the showers either, he was afraid that some local inbred child would walk in on him.)

Needless to say, we are not sticking around these parts for long. We want to have one more visit with Steve tomorrow, and we have some planning to do for the next leg of our journey, which will take us across the water to the island. This just isn't the right time of year for Vancouver and the Ogilvie's to be together, what with the grey and the rain and such, although it's been great to see Steve, Vince, Nat and Nathan. I'm sure we'll be back over here in a couple months to visit some family and friends, before we mosey on down to the USA.

G'night folks. Drop us a line and let us know what's going on with you in your neck of the woods. scampercampers@gmail.com