Pretty rainy, eh?

After our tour of Seattle, we settled down for a rainy afternoon to watch a little bit of good old zombies and reality television. That day was President's day and really what better way to spend it then in the state of Washington? I figured it was just too much so into Canada we went. Vancouver was our next stop and we would be as far north as we were going to get on this trip, any further and I may have to invest in chains for my tires or at very least acquired a working knowledge of the Yukon. It was a pretty decent drive, however, as far as the time it took to get there and the grilling about why two jobless people were spending a night in Vancouver with someone we only sort of know. It was awesome, Vancouver is a compact little city, stacked high with apartments and office highrises all with balconies and encased in glass as green as the water of Coal Bay. When we got onto the campus, the rain wasn't really doing me a favor, but we found it settled in then settled on dinner. We've been on this kick now with all of the day driving, late nights, quick stops at fast food places we haven't exactly been watching our girlish figures, if you know what I'm saying. Our dinner was a huge plate of nachos and in all honesty was probably the healthiest thing we've had in a while. Another thing about the northwest is they sure do appreciate their beer, and we love them more for it. Not just any beer, and I would hate for people read my stories and to think I've spent all this money and time talking about beer and breweries and dared to order just any old beer.. No no. It would be against my nomadic religion to not traditionally expose myself to the local fruits and foods. The restaurant in Vancouver, home of epic nachos was also home to a blueberry porter and red ale that won my heart over. Fat, happy and sleep deprived we all headed to bed/floor back at Caleb's friend Laurel's dorm. The promise of a good breakfast and flashbacks of college lead me into sleep. When we woke up Laurel had probably decided in her sleep that we were to head off to Bon's off Broadway, arguably one of the best breakfast joints I've been at in a good long time. Bottomless cup of coffee, eggs toast and perfectly crispy potatoes for 5 dollars and with the opportunity to go wrong, Bon's came out ahead leaving Denny's or Waffle house in the dust. Laurel took us around the down town, to the 2010 Olympic torch, unlit but still awesome, and to the digital whale, giving the convention center a mascot. We walked down into the historical district of Gastown, probably named much like San Diego's Gaslamp District for its original use of gas lamps to light the well traveled streets. With ears full of the tune of Chinese, Korean and French and right around sundown, before the rains came in too fast we headed back, Port Angeles was a ferry way and we didn't want to miss it, even though we almost did:)