Rainy Vancouver

So we have finally arrived in at our farm near 100 Mile House, British Columbia, more on that later, but now I want to share about our journey from Portland to Canada.

Our stay in Portland was absolutely amazing.  Loving family, fuzzy kitties, and some good R&R.  Honestly, it was hard to say goodbye, and Kindra and I exchanged sad looks as we packed our car (it is way too full of crap we don't need) and hit the road for a five hour drive to Vancouver.  I dunno if you have been to Vancouver, but in my opinion it is ok, but not nearly as cool as Victoria.  We stopped at a free Chinese garden in a run down part of town, skipped over to a closed Cathedral, and then drove through the HUUUGE Stanley Park (beautiful and scenic, though lacking in free parking).  And then, as the rain clouds loomed and growled, we drove an hour north to Alice Lake Provincal Park, for one of the worst nights of sleep of our trip.

Now, don't get me wrong, Alice Park was gorgeous; our tent site was in a mossy forest next to a picturesque lake.  But.....it was raining.  And a bit cold.  We cooked organic canned lentil soup in the rain (picture Kindra holding an umbrella over a camp stove while I struggle with the burner and stir the soup).  We ate dinner in the car, smiling and laughing about how we were definitely getting a portion of our trip vision fulfilled: the unpredictable and uncomfortable.  Post grub, we set up our pop-up "waterproof" 1.5 person tent and crawled in to get warm.  Rain pattering on the roof, I hit somewhat of a breakdown, and realized that as adventurous as I think I am, being wet, cold and without a comfy bed was very difficult for me.  I felt homeless, lost without a base to call home, stuck in no man's land between a life in Santa Barbara with familiar places and our future temporary home at a farm!  Kindra comforted me through my tears, and I felt God speaking to my heart of the home I have with Him, a place that does not change no matter where I live or who I have as friends.  Release came in this, as I realized my identity did not need to come from the physical home I had.  Ready to call it a night, I fell asleep for a little while Kindra battled the increasing condensation dripping on our faces.  By the middle of the night, our sleeping bags were wet, our clothes laying on the edges of the tent were soaked, and we were just trying to squeeze in a few Zzzzs.

Fortunately, morning came and the rain disappeared.  We managed to pile our soaking wet clothes and gear in the car and hit the road for our unknown farm adventure ahead.  Kindra drove the five hours there, passing uber slow motor homes on hairpin turn roads :)  We soaked in the beauty of the Canadian landscape, and pondered what our farm experience would be like.  What would Sherry be like?  Would we fit in to farm life?  Would we look like silly city folk with our soaked tent and clothes?

Link to our album of trip part of the trip: https://picasaweb.google.com/117860913937238604610/EagleTreeFarmCanada?authuser=0&feat=directlink