... is a very disconcerting place. I covered two countries today, and not no sissy more-like-a-state-than-a-country European countries, we're talkin big North American countries here, real countries. 600 miles. 13 hours. I'm tired. Prince George freaks me out. I can't wait to leave. Why are all the hotels booked up? Creepy.
600 miles, 13 hours, and two countries, not to mention about a half dozen different types of terrain, provided a blossoming opportunity to make my recently-endeared observations. Which I did. Unfortunately, the very same factors that made today so rich also rendered the mind weakened and beat down to a point of near collapse. Thus, I must now recluse into this cheap hotel room, distancing myself from any type of intriguing or enthralling narration of the day's adventures. Apologies for that.
Just a few of the more interesting things that happened to me today:
1. Got pulled over north of Seattle for having studs in my car. The tire kind, not the man kind. Got off anyway.
2. Canadian people are very friendly. Except, of course, border patrol. Still, no problems there.
3. I'd forgotten how beautiful Southern British Columbia is.
4. Everything is flooding. Lakes, rivers, the bowls of normally-dry meadows. Seems this is not a problem confined to Western Colorado. Probably the same causes. I saw a horse grazing on algae in a fenced-in swamp, presumably it used to be his paddock.
5. Found myself driving the wrong direction on a street in downtown Prince George. More accurately, a fellow driver found me driving the wrong direction on a street in downtown Prince George. I assumed all the streets in downtown Prince George were one-way, just like all the other streets in all the other downtowns (they call them "city centres" here) in all the other towns all across the country... wait, this is Canada. Everything is backwards (read: everything makes more sense) here. This was, of course, about a half an hour ago, and my delirium is, even now, I think, fairly evident to you, dear reader.
6. I spent too much money on the Comfort Inn last night, so I've resolved to stay in cheaper motels from here on out. I can't imagine why I would have paid $60 for a crappy continental breakfast... Well, maybe because the Comfort Inn was a lot less creepy than the PG Hiway Motel in Prince George. Actually, even the Days Inn was creepy here. I think there is just an air of creepiness in this city which... well, creeps into everything in or around it. I hope I don't leave here reborn as a creep.
7. I noticed a billowing plume of smoke about 50 miles outside of Prince George, and when I finally got here and began driving down the hill into town, there was a big building all ablaze. There were people who drove up the hill just to see it and had traffic stopped all the way down the hill. Cops had to come and "move along, there's nothing to see here" everyone. I should turn on the news and see what that was. I hope no one was inside...
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