The usual morning routine. Breakfast and packing away camp. It was a beautiful morning as the fog still hadn’t lifted off the river. I was in better mood today but I think this was mainly because I know that today was the last full day. And tomorrow’s hike will be a short 10k. Perfect. I had also accepted that this was a heads down and destination based trip rather than focusing on enjoying the journey. This made it easier to enjoy.
Waking up pretty bleary eyed, we grab a taxi into town for some early morning breakfast. The rain hadn’t stopped all night. We managed to find one place that opened at 6 am which was a blessing as we didn’t have any food with us at the house. We scoffed our breakfast but we were cutting it a bit fine. The shuttle was scheduled to leave at 06:45. It was 06:43 by the time we left the breakfast place. Still chewing on our last mouthfuls we made a dash for it.
I slept. That was unexpected. Not very well but I slept. My nose was pretty cold and I realise how warm a tent can be, when you have to go out to pee at 3 am in the snow. All in all, it was a pretty good experience.
“You should probably go through the States if you want to drive to Toronto”.
This was the advice I got from . . . lots of people when telling them of my trip from Vancouver.
“There’s just more to see” they would follow up with.
Today was a long day, at least, compared to what I had done so far. But it’s OK, I’m getting the hang of this now.