Welcome to a brand new week and I hope you’re getting set to vote! Our municipal elections were held on Saturday here in BC. Has there ever been one on a weekend in Ontario in recent memory, I wonder? Good luck to all – may the best man or woman win – and here’s to grateful real estate agents who will happily rule the curbs once again with their signs instead of those of all of the candidates! Today, as so many look ahead to new governments, I’d like to reflect, if you will, on the weekend.
 

 
Our trip to Vancouver was without misadventure – we’re always grateful for that – and I thought I’d share with you some moments from the weekend, including a few photos. We checked into our downtown hotel and encountered the blood curdling “Pet Letter” once again, same as we did in Tacoma, WA last year. In it, we promised not to leave our pup alone in the room.
 
Yes, that would be why we chose that pet-friendly hotel: so that we could sit there on the bed with the same dog we share a bed with at home, not going to the publisher’s party or dinner with my sister and her fiancé. That’s exactly what we did. 
 
[Narrator – Keith Morrison: “Oh no, they did not.”]
 
We had a marvelous time. At a wonderful Granville Island restaurant closed for the night to outside guests, we met some of the people who will be representing and helping to spread word about my book in the Vancouver and Victoria areas. I told one of these wonderful ladies that I am up for anything – signings anywhere, anytime. I told them this is my one book (at least, that’s what I figure right now), so I want it to be as widespread as it can be. I’ve done the work and I’m ready to do the work, you know?
 
On Saturday we were ready to leave Vancouver, but not quite set to go home on a gorgeous, blue sky day. So we took a ferry over to Nanaimo back on Vancouver Island and headed a little north to a spot called Parksville. There, we checked into a very modest cabin.
 
How modest? No hair dryers and the TV wasn’t HD. That’s okay – we like our Leafs losses a little blurry, I guess. Darn. Anyway, I’m sure the fact that this city gal asked the new owner of the cabin/trailer park if he had any bathrobes will be a story he dines on for years! But lest you think I’ve escaped Green Acres and lost my mind, I can explain!
 
I knew our hotel Friday night would have robes. I counted on it, so I didn’t bring jammies. But our rustic adventure Saturday meant that I had nothing to change out of my day clothes into! 
 
And, no, there were no bathrobes.
 
There were, however, plenty of beautiful sights as we got set to hit the highway – Rob, Molly and me in the top-down Cooper – and head home. Here are a few for you. I was taken aback by the waters near the Riverbend Resort and even happened upon an inuksuk or two. I love the dew drops off one of them – and I hope you can see them.
 

 
Enjoy these pictures, have a gentle day and don’t forget to get out there and make your voice heard. I’ll be back here with you tomorrow.