That morning was beautiful. Sunny... warmm. I headed right to the beach, took a nice looooong walk, and checked out this cool band Neil from Regina had put on my Ipod (Blitzen Trapper... super good). After the fog lifted a little I changed into my bathing suit and waded out into the ocean. It was gorgeous. And COLD. I didn't get past knee deep. It was just way too cold, and combined with a chilly ocean breeze I was in no mood to freeze. It was still really nice though and I spent lots of time walking around and laying on the beach. Everyone there was so friendly and approachable... and many even just approached me. It seems to be the common thing in B.C... to be awesome and inviting :) haha. After spending time on the beach I became ancy again.. the need to ride was boiling inside ;) So I packed up and did the whole trip back. Took the ferry over again and this time, started heading east :) back home. I passed through Hope, and all the southern B.C towns along highway number 1. I ended up in Chilliwack, and had the WORST camping experience ever. So bad I ended up giving away all my camping gear the next day (well, tent sleeping bag and air mattress). I won't go into details, but it involves a highway on one side, a train track on the other, a mildewy tent and an air mattress that wont stay inflated for more then half an hour. It was miserable. The next day I headed for the Alberta/ B.C border. I was phisically sad to see the mountains, B.C, everything go. I ended up staying in Alberta, right on the edge of the mountain range, for the night.

Now I am in Regina again, sitting at a coffee shop I don't belong in. It is posh, hip, and expensive. I am dirty, am wearing a faded leather jacket, and now sporting a nose ring on my left side. On Neils laptop. Next update will be my ride home :) and a little more about my nosering experience. Until then ;)