Day Three

The day started wonderfully. We drove to North Vancouver and had breakfast at Denny’s. I love Denny’s and don’t get nearly enough opportunities in Toronto to eat 4 pounds of bacon in one sitting.

Ahnes and Charles met us at Denny’s after breakfast then we headed out to Horseshoe Bay to rent a motorboat. There was some talk about renting kayaks but I explained that I went kayaking once and it took three firemen and the jaws of life to pry the boat off my fat ass. Actually I have never been kayaking before but could clearly see that scenario occurring. We set out in our boat and the scenery really was quite beautiful. There were seals everywhere, especially on Seal Rock, where they were to be expected. I, unfortunately, forgot my club back at the hotel but was smart enough to pick out a few choice rocks before embarking on the boat ride. There’s nothing like being on the water during a nice sunny day chucking rocks at seals.

After the boat ride we headed over to the salmon hatchery. I wanted to try and catch one in my mouth like bears do but that’s frowned upon at the hatchery. The salmon weren’t jumping which was unfortunate but even if they were, big deal. It’s not like they’re jumping through anything. Put a flaming hoop in the river and then we’ve got a show. We followed up the hatchery with a visit to the Capilano reservoir and dam.

Finally, we went to Ahnes and Charles’s place for dinner. While dinner was being prepared Joyce, Rose and I completed a very complicated 200+ piece jigsaw puzzle of the entire world (not to scale). I realized that Joyce doesn’t look at the images on the pieces but merely uses brute force to fuse pieces together. She connected South Africa to Russia and was wondering why not all of the pieces fit.

I was informed by Rose while we were completing the puzzle that I have an attitude problem. She said she was going to ‘fix’ my attitude when we got back to the hotel. This seemed to me like a thinly veiled threat of violence ensuing. When she followed up her statement with, “that’s right, there’s going to be an ass-kicking tonight” I knew I was right. Fortunately for me Rose can’t stay up past 9:30pm so by the time we got to the hotel she went straight to be and promised to open a can of whoop-ass tomorrow.