Too many stories for one post, so I will split it up into a couple.
I decided that I needed to get away before the baby comes. Of course, I made sure Tim would come with me before I finalized anything. Not that I had to finalize much - we tend to just go and worry about silly things like hotels later. This last little vacation is called the babymoon - which seems appropriate. But let me say that just because we are having a baby doesn't mean that we won't go gallivanting whenever we feel like it - just that I might have to book a hotel as opposed to just showing up at one at 8pm and hoping there is a room available.
My parents, and later mom, took us on trips all the time. Trips to where ever...just to get us out. So I have them to thank for this need to escape every so often. Escape for Tim and I this time meant the Okanogan valley in BC. Neither of us had been and both wanted to - so it was a fairly easy decision. We had lamented the fact that Quebec is no longer next door - as it (or Dad's) was almost always our getaway spot. But after mapping it and figuring out how long the drive would be - we took off for our weekend getaway.
Friday
Tim dropped Princess off first thing in the morning and then we were off. We took the long route there...highway 3. Neither of us had been further south than the Lethbridge area so we took our time and stopped where ever we felt like it. There were several highlights on this highway. The first was the wind farms. As big environmentalists, we spent alot of time gawking and trying to figure out how to install one on the roof of our condo.
We also went through Frank's Slide - we had watched a documentary about it on Disasters of the Century - and it was crazy to see it all in person. We also experienced Crowsnest Pass for the first time and had some appreciation for all the times David cursed driving that way. It was super windy and rainy and it eventually snowed on us.
On of the coolest parts of this highway was all the little towns. Having only ever been on the northern highway, where people don't really live, this was neat. And there was water everywhere. For the two of us, it was a small taste of home with the bonus of the Rocky Mountains.
Because of all of our stopping, we were running a bit behind our schedule (daylight). In all the small towns they had these horror movie motels and I got a little nervous that our idea to just 'wing it' was going to backfire and we were going to get murdered in some beside the highway motel called the Shady Pines. We pulled into Osoyoos around 7pm in full dark. Thankfully the GPS found a place to stay. We had dinner at a really nice Indian restaurant and Tim got his first taste of a local wine.
It was a long day for me - my feet were the size of basket balls, my bum hurt and I was so tired. Oh, but my Tim may have had it worse. Apparently I snored so loud that:
a)he could not sleep...at all
b)he was afraid that the rooms adjacent to ours would complain
c)shoving me only stopped the snoring for the one second it took for me to take another breath
d)he questioned his sanity
e)he questioned whether I was dying (how could one girl snore so painfully loud and not have some terrible thing wrong with her?)
f)he began contemplating life sleeping beside his father in law
So, you should know that every so often my own snoring would wake me up. Every time my eyes opened, I would see Tim staring at me with wonder, pity, horror or a mixture of all. Poor guy.
Until tomorrow...
Candee
I decided that I needed to get away before the baby comes. Of course, I made sure Tim would come with me before I finalized anything. Not that I had to finalize much - we tend to just go and worry about silly things like hotels later. This last little vacation is called the babymoon - which seems appropriate. But let me say that just because we are having a baby doesn't mean that we won't go gallivanting whenever we feel like it - just that I might have to book a hotel as opposed to just showing up at one at 8pm and hoping there is a room available.
My parents, and later mom, took us on trips all the time. Trips to where ever...just to get us out. So I have them to thank for this need to escape every so often. Escape for Tim and I this time meant the Okanogan valley in BC. Neither of us had been and both wanted to - so it was a fairly easy decision. We had lamented the fact that Quebec is no longer next door - as it (or Dad's) was almost always our getaway spot. But after mapping it and figuring out how long the drive would be - we took off for our weekend getaway.
Friday
Tim dropped Princess off first thing in the morning and then we were off. We took the long route there...highway 3. Neither of us had been further south than the Lethbridge area so we took our time and stopped where ever we felt like it. There were several highlights on this highway. The first was the wind farms. As big environmentalists, we spent alot of time gawking and trying to figure out how to install one on the roof of our condo.
We also went through Frank's Slide - we had watched a documentary about it on Disasters of the Century - and it was crazy to see it all in person. We also experienced Crowsnest Pass for the first time and had some appreciation for all the times David cursed driving that way. It was super windy and rainy and it eventually snowed on us.
On of the coolest parts of this highway was all the little towns. Having only ever been on the northern highway, where people don't really live, this was neat. And there was water everywhere. For the two of us, it was a small taste of home with the bonus of the Rocky Mountains.
Because of all of our stopping, we were running a bit behind our schedule (daylight). In all the small towns they had these horror movie motels and I got a little nervous that our idea to just 'wing it' was going to backfire and we were going to get murdered in some beside the highway motel called the Shady Pines. We pulled into Osoyoos around 7pm in full dark. Thankfully the GPS found a place to stay. We had dinner at a really nice Indian restaurant and Tim got his first taste of a local wine.
It was a long day for me - my feet were the size of basket balls, my bum hurt and I was so tired. Oh, but my Tim may have had it worse. Apparently I snored so loud that:
a)he could not sleep...at all
b)he was afraid that the rooms adjacent to ours would complain
c)shoving me only stopped the snoring for the one second it took for me to take another breath
d)he questioned his sanity
e)he questioned whether I was dying (how could one girl snore so painfully loud and not have some terrible thing wrong with her?)
f)he began contemplating life sleeping beside his father in law
So, you should know that every so often my own snoring would wake me up. Every time my eyes opened, I would see Tim staring at me with wonder, pity, horror or a mixture of all. Poor guy.
Until tomorrow...
Candee
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