Teglo Goes...
…to Canada
Posts include days 37-49 in chronological order. Click to read each short story.
Day 37: Stuck at the Canadian Border
I was questioned at the border and then told to pull my car over and go inside the building. I was told to sit down in the waiting area while they searched my car and took my pepper spray. I started freaking out.
Day 37: Airbnb and Dairy Queen in West Vancouver
I told the guys that they should be careful of the impressions they get on the news. Yes, there is crime in the U.S., and some cities are unsafe. However, most places in the U.S. are safe and you don’t need to sleep with a gun under your pillow.
Day 38: Bike Tour in Vancouver, BC
We first rode through the city towards Stanley Park. We learned more about the city, the totem poles that have been put up to remember the tribes once located there, statues, bridges, and the beach. I also talked with a couple at my Airbnb who traveled in a super rushed way. They represented a mentality in travel that I think is spreading – quantity over quality.
Day 39: Feeling Vulnerable on a Hike
I posted my blog about feeling depressed on day five of my travels. I felt vulnerable and embarrassed. Then I sat in awe of the scenery and reminded myself that the reason I’m blogging about my trip is because I want people to experience what I’m experiencing.
Day 40: Glamping in Madeira Park
Glamping in Madeira Park was in a beautifully structured tent that was secluded. At night, I hear noises that freaked me out. My heart started racing. Was it a person who would attack me? Was it a bear who would eat me?
Day 41: Wasps and Didgeridoos
I met a woman who told stories about a date playing a didgeridoo for whales. Then I showered with a wasp, to which I’m allergic.
Day 42: A Stranger Named Pete
I saw a memorial for Pete Tipping, who died while on vacation near the Skookumchuck Narrows. It broke my heart. Sometimes we need reminders from people like my grandma and Pete to help us get out of a cycle and to see the big picture.
Day 43: Welcome to British Columbia!
I started my drive to Dawson Creek to start the Alaska Highway. A man at a gas station saw my CA plates and welcomed me. A man scared me a little as he asked me for money while lingering at my car at a motel.
Day 44: Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway
Another RV pulled up with two middle-aged couples, and we all talked about driving the Alaska highway. They were surprised to see I was alone and not in an RV and asked where I was staying.
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