Pedal to the Floor

Leaving the big top, I am anxious. My hopes and dreams rely on this van, it needs to get the job done. Mitch and I load our shit up, and are finally on the road. Traffic sucks just out of Everett, so we split to the more scenic route. It's Beautiful, Mt. Baker stands tall in the distance. I take pictures while we drive, converse, and listen to trance. We are about to cross the border into B.C while licking chocolate off the Reeces pieces wrappers in dead silence. We pull up, and there is immediate confusion on the border patrols face. 1. Minnesota Boys? 2. A Vanagon, we were asking for it 3. Squamish bound- "Never say this"- (Chris and Brian) We are brought in, only to be further questioned by a beautiful dark skinned Canadian gal. The whole situation is quite comical. They have nothing on us, probably just protocol. We are turned loose, and enter B.C. A stop at Mcdonalds and MEC in Vancouver, and the Vanagon plods north. The landscape from Vancouver to Squamish is powerful, real and absolute. Good vibes. We are here, greeted by Canadians and slacklines. The Mosquitoes are ferocious so Mitch and I retreat to the fake campgroud. A new day is tomorrow, and climbing awaits. Squamish belongs to us now.