Christmas was spent in the Canary Islands with the in-laws this year
We had a rented villa and car and were able to explore the island
Did some hiking… and lots of drinking
We made our way pretty much all around the island
..and the beach… although it was windy as all hell
Oh yeah and we went on quads …
…and had fish eat the dead skin off our feet…
Merry Christmas, fish! A feast indeed
As I ruminate on mason jars for National Mason Jar Day, I come to terms with the fact that I’m a lot like that little old lady from the Franks Hot Sauce commercial
“I put that shit on everything”
Except with mason jars, like, it’s more so like “I put everything in that shit”
Sorta the same.
Soup, beer, kombucha, peanut sauce, water, cocktails, ice coffees, painting supplies, pencils, green juice, green tea, chilli, urine samples… the list is endless
I salute you, John Landis Mason, for creating these sons of bitches, though I have a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that a man invented these, no offence.
National Pickle Day!
I couldn’t bring myself to eat an actual pickle because they are appalling to me
SO I want to take the day to give a shout out to The Pickle!
You may have seen it on tv! Or in older blog postsolder blog posts !
Christina and Daniel’s Dodge Tradesman camper van that they own and renovated, yet I reaped alllllll the benefits of
We Airbnb’d that puppy most of the year and then Duncan and I went on several trips.
I also drove it to Kelowna to move my buddy Joe there for university.
We have had our peaks and valleys – our landlord gave us all kinds of grief over the Airbnb business. Our Airbnb guests gave us grief just with their uselessness and stupidity. On the road, The Pickle stalled on more than one occasion and in more than one hairy intersection.
But the joy The Pickle brought was always worth it.
Christina and I custom made curtains for The Pickle! Hand carved and hand stamped beauties
I also made some custom art work for it’s cedar planked walls
Duncan was always a reliable co pilot on all our adventures
The Pickle has made its way home to Kitimat and I may never have the chance to use her so freely every again, but I want to thank Christina and Daniel for their seemingly limitless generosity with it. My life goal is to own my own Pickle one day.
On the drive to Kelowna, my road trip buddy Joe and I stopped in at Old Yale Brewery in Chilliwack to have a few beer samples
I was so surprised and blown away by their Moon Dance Mango Wheat Ale that I had to buy a 6 pack
It’s refreshing, it’s light, it’s crisp, it’s a smidge fruity and entirely delightful
I had ensured to save one from the trip for National Beer Lovers Day and so when the day arrived, I savoured it with all my heart and soul… and then later that day saw an Old Yale Brewing company van driving down 4th Avenue! So it’s probably available somewhere nearby! I just have to get around to finding it! Yippee Skippee!
After my gruelling weekend of camper van drama, I was rescued by Meg and Ashley. They were able to cheer my up with a functioning air conditioned vehicle, craft beer and adventure, which included a trip to Kangaroo Creek Farm in Kelowna
Not usually one for animals in captivity, I threw morality out the window at the chance to see my first kangaroo as well as a chance to celebrate National Wildlife Day with pizazz!
This is Meg groping an emu
This is a kangaroo just hopping around
This is a kangaroo just lying around
This is me taking a selfie with a kangaroo
This is a kangaroo sitting like it’s on the cover of Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition
This is me getting on the level with the kangaroos
This is me continuing to be on the level with the kangaroos
This is me and some unknown creature that I let crawl on me
We then saw a guy wearing a confederate flag hat who had children and we were like what kind of fucked up zoo is this?? and left
But not without washing our hands 😉
Holy flippin’ National Tailgating Day
James and I took The Pickle to Kelowna for the long weekend in hopes of a peaceful and romantic weekend of touring vineyards and hanging out in the sun at the beach
L . O . L
What an absolute nightmare
The Pickle stalled at every stop and turn and caused us so much duress I ended up having night terrors for weeks to come (I’m not even being dramatic… the air con in the hotel we eventually had to book made similar kicking in and cutting out sounds as The Pickle and caused me to jerk out of bed in panic thinking I was stalled, yet again, in the middle of a high way intersection in 40 degree temperature, despite being chilled to the bone in my cushy 2 star hotel room)
Back to the tailgating… that just means drinking in/near a car right?
We did get to several vineyards through sheer will and determination so I feel we pulled that much off
We had many pitstops that involved oil and power steering fluid and first aid (Protip: don’t use a box cutter when enraged)
Also, let it be known, Kelowna is hot as hell, pretty much on fire and, although is considered ‘wine country’ (and thus would lead one to think refined and cultured), a city that would wear white Oakley sunglasses backwards on its head and drink Monster Energy drinks if it could
The weekend came to a dramatic finish with a final breakdown in the middle of an intersection and having to be pushed by strangers to a safe place to wait for a million dollar tow truck
Day 227 being National Relaxation Day was a small miracle
Being ordained by this foolish blog to relax ! Take it easy! Do nothing? Hallelujah !
It was sunny so I grabbed a few beer from the fridge, hopped on my bike and rolled on down to Jericho beach for a change of scenery. Had a few dips, both in the ocean and in the roasted red pepper hummus, and let the sun and sand do the rest
Day 222 was my first day back in Vancouver
T’was National Skyscraper Appreciation Day and although Vancouver’s skyline is composed of glass buildings as high and as far as the eye can see, the hazy smoke from the raging wildfires in surrounding areas made them less of an eyesore… er, I mean, visible, yes, less visible
The atmosphere was smoggy and warm. Duncan and I were going to walk over the Burrard bridge to check them out, but breathing was difficult – and this was a ‘good’ day. It had been much worse while I was in Newfoundland
So we just turned back after a few photos
I tried my best to appreciate them!!!
National Happiness Happens Day
I guess happiness does happen from time to time
Being home in Newfoundland’s terrible weather wasn’t conducive to happiness happening but being with my dogs and husband was joy filled, as you can tell
Nothing more I need than a Duncan nestled on my lap!
Celebrated by enjoying their company
Lucky for me, National Lighthouse Day fell on a day I was in Newfoundland, where there are so many you could practically trip over them… well not really, if people were tripping over them, they aren’t very good at their job, are they?
Steph and I hit the ol’ Blackhead Road to head to Cape Spear, the most Easterly point of North America. How glamorous.
It was windy and the fog was to the ground, yet we still managed to see some whale flipping and flopping around out in the bay
Then I implored Steph to take some of those classic leaning-tower-of-Pisa-tourist shots
They were off to a rough start
But with enough coaching and guidance, we were able to pull off these doozies
Just so believable, eh?
Happy National Lighthouse Day, y’all