Back from the chilly north

We visited the chain saw sculpture capital of the world, took a tram over the narrowest part of the Fraser River (which moves twice the water volume of Niagra Falls), hiked through abandoned railway tunnels, rode the cute little water taxis from the Vancouver train station to Granville Island, ate a lot of fish, and visited what must be Canada's only true cheesy beach town. It was great to see my aunt from Edmonton; she has the same lively laugh and mischievous sense of humor as always. She and my dad still trade the same morning greeting as they have since childhood (Awake, arise, or be forever fallen! from Milton's Paradise Lost - yes indeed, we are a peculiar family).

And now, back to life in progress.