Finally

Okay, I still have not found a chord with the ability to transfer the images from the camera to the computer ! However the boys and I had fun taking shots of ourselves today and I figure it is enough to break up the text of this long over due first our transition in to California Blog Post ...



It all started six short days ago .. when we left the comfort of my mom's home for the unknown .. (okay truthfully the transition started weeks before that so we were all in fact exhausted before we got to the part where we were actually leaving the country) ..

First up was the rather tearful departure at the ferry terminal as we said good bye to Mitzy our much loved Van (oh ya and and Mom and Uncle Ron Dog). We then huffed our five oversized suitcases ... and six carry on bags inside. It is worth noting that one of the afore mentioned bags was already busted as it sprang from the back of the van upon opening. We weighed the big bags, tagged them and dropped them down the slot to be transported to the ferry. We did discuss what it might be like to jump down their ourselves as it is a rather steep drop !! Ferry was on time .. we ate breakfast and the rest of the sailing was spent watching women's curling .. TV on the ferry what a great idea !!



Fast forward through a few mundane details and we find ourselves in the Secondary Screening Station of Security (its the place in between security and the giant Welcome to the United States sign at the Vancouver Airport). Now I have been in some intimidating situations in my life, none compare to this particular one. This is the place you go if you don't pass inspection when trying to enter the US. We were there cause we had to get our Visas, however, you quickly forget that, as the stale air hangs in his noise less space. Folks here are either scared, desperate or have the job of making you feel scared and desperate And I am here, with my unschooled, hungry, thirsty young boys. They don't give a rats A%% about security, or VISAS or getting in to the US. They would like food .. drinks .. a bathroom .. to get on the plane .. to climb .. to make noise .. anything other then sitting in a chair waiting for someone outside of us to determine when we are permitted to cross the line underneath the sign that Welcomes us to the great US of A. Time total : 1 hour 15 minutes ( I was sure it more like six hours but the clock told a different story).




Again .. some time passed .. there were snippety moments .. less then polite things said to one another .. spattered with laughter and apologies ..

We landed in San Francisco .. gathered a ridiculous amount of luggage and took a train ride to the counter of Hertz rental car. Puck was tenth in line to pick up our rental car .. and two wickets were open. So the boys set up hurdle races using the ropes put up to direct customers toward empty wickets. Instead of jumping over however, the challenge was to duck underneath and each race of course was for the gold medal. To say we drew attention is a slight under statement.

And then when the car was finally all ready and we set out .. here is what we found parked in the space we were suppose to pick our car up from



As if being in California in a non vacationing way was not enough, now we were barreling down a six lane highway in a super gas guzzling pimped out Cadillac. The boys, all three of them were blissful. The song on the radio, "Pour some Sugar on Me" Def Lepard .. I am trying to imagine how I would spend the next month navigating this monster through traffic and highways three times the size of what I am used to !!

More to come .. in another installment