The only campers at Dean’s Campground (in tents) all left really early and we had the place to ourselves — so of course we took showers and I even washed my hair — truly an undertaking. “Check out time” (still makes me laugh) was 11 am and we weren’t expecting to hear from the hitch place until 1 pm, so we puttered around and made plans to hit the laundromat. But then Dave’s phone rang at 10 am and they said the hitch arrived, so we went into fast motion, got out of there, dropped the clothes at the laundromat and got to the Torklift by 10:30 am. This place was LEGIT. We really felt lucky that we landed on them via a google search from afar. I didn’t do much research, but the guy we talked to was helpful and they did welding, which we thought made them the real thing. We felt we were in good hands.
After a lengthy conference with the technician, we grabbed a backpack full of stuff with plans to walk the 3.4 miles back to the laundromat in order to satisfy Agreement #3. Did I cover that one yet? I don’t have internet as I jot this down, so I can’t check. In case I didn’t, Agreement #3, established on about day 5, is to walk at least 30 minutes a day. Dave wanted to tack on 5 minutes of stretching in the morning, and I — of course I agreed — agreed. Because I’m an amenable type of wife. But I knew we wouldn’t do it. And, Spoiler Alert, we haven’t. I’m more committed to walking and we’ve stuck to that pretty well. I admit a 3.4 mile urban walk in hot sun (after washing my hair, no less) was ambitious. And I’m REALLY glad Dave is less stubborn than me. Because after walking 1.5 miles, part of which was along a little urban “trail” that was more arduous and perilous than a ridge climb along a Colorado 14er, Dave called us an Uber. I acted like I could go either way, but I was a sweaty, muddy mess. And once we surfaced from the subterranean creek trail and were walking along the road, with cars whizzing by us only feet away, I was even more glad he called the Uber.
We made it back to the laundromat, moved the clothes to the dryer and parked it at a little coffee shop a couple doors down. I, of course, toiled away at the blog and Dave… I have no idea what he was doing. Probably watching all the weird people. To be fair, they were way less weird but no less interesting.
We were told not to expect the Bronco to be done before 5 pm but they called around 2:45 and we quickly finished folding the clothes, got another Uber and headed back. It took us another couple hours to get the right hitch permutation that would allow us to open the back Bronco gate (which is a single, long gate with a big spare tire on the back) without smashing into the back of the camper while also clearing the ball and not getting stuck on the spare tire. It was complicated. We ended up with less rise than we would have liked as well as a longer hitch than we would have liked. All of which makes us like the Bronco a whole lot less. But it is what it is.
Of course we ended up leaving Kent, Washington at 5:30 pm at the worst possible time heading into the heart of the beast of Seattle rush hour traffic. Dave tried to route us directly to the Vancouver border crossing, but I — very kindly and gently — reminded him of HIS PACKAGES at the fricken AMAZON LOCKER. This guy….
From the Whole Foods in Bellevue, we went north to Tulalip, WA to get the two 8wt fly rods we had purchased for pick-up. All in, those detours — due entirely to traffic — took almost 3 hours. It was brutal.
As we headed to the border, we were diligently making a list of all the stuff we had in the cooler and bins that you need to declare. But they didn’t even care. The question was: “Do you have any firearms in your vehicle.” We said no. He said, “Are you absolutely positive that you don’t have any firearms in your vehicle.” And when we said that no, but we really WANTED to, and researched the crap out of it but gave up, he seemed impressed. But when I told him we had correct kind of BEAR SPRAY, allowed by Canada as stipulated on the Canadian Customs website, he was so speechless that he just let us drive on by.
So I got to keep my head of cabbage!
We drove on through Vancouver and up to Squamish, British Columbia (BC) to camp at a campground that I had made a reservation at the day before. I am learning that all of Canada requires camping reservations to be made AT LEAST 24 hours in advance. (And, Spoiler Alert, British Columbia requires 48 hours.) I only found that out because I assumed we’d be getting out of Washington late due to the hitch and thinking we wouldn’t want to be farting around looking for a spot late at night. Super glad I did, because maps didn’t put us into the area until after 10 pm.
I still think there can’t be a more beautiful city in the world than Vancouver. This is probably my third or fourth time driving through it and I am no less stunned. There was also a full moon making it that much more impressive with the oceans and the water. Breathtaking.
I’m glad I enjoyed all of the last half of the day so much, because the joy and peace and feeling of VICTORY (at having conquered the hitch and doing it with grace) was far too short lived.
We pulled into Klahanie Campground at 10:30 pm. We were tired and just wanted to go to bed. I went to open the back of the camper to get out the toothbrushes and…
The solar panel was gone.
The thrill of victory seems to always be followed by the AGONY of DEFEAT.