last minute hustle

People are packing their bags.  That's a good sign.  We each have one very compact carry on (we are being dictated to by the small intercontinental airlines whose baggage limits are spare), and one checked back for the seven of us.  It is large and blue.

The division of labour for packing and getting ready is actually not fair.







See you on the other side.  Of the Georgia Strait.  


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