After some confusion due to Canadian road signs being less user friendly than US Interstate Highway signs, I was able to swoop in and snatch Dixiecat off the street, and deposit her at her not very humble temporary abode in Victoria. Even manged to find my own. Didn't check the mileage, but it's well over two thousand from home to here. Spent last two days in Bellingham, Washington, where I think I managed to to convert an old Dustoff pilot to kilt wearing. Have to be up at oh-dark-thirty to march to Kamp.


By the way, always heard Canadians are an excessively polite people. Was surprised at the number of horns honked in anger -- and not at me -- more road rage here than anywhere over the last 2,000 miles.