A Desert Odyssey Part 1

We don’t travel a lot. Home with the dog, the wood stove, the rain; that works for us. Real homebodies. But we’re not old enough to ignore the BC FerrySiren’s song of a new voyage. So, today we’ve left our little island and are headed South-Southeast to the landlocked state of New Mexico.

Our first day is a light one, our odyssey only takes us across The Georgia Straight to our old home of Vancouver. I miss this city often, imagethough I’m glad to be free of its traffic, noise and unending growth. Vancouver is like a pretty, cranky child in a beautiful crib. You’re never sure whether staying or leaving would be better for body and soul.

Tonight, We’re staying in Richmond, just Hotel Roomsouth of Vancouver proper, so we can more easily catch our morning flight. Dinner out is at The French Table with dear friends.   This little restaurant on Main Street might just be the best in the city. Where else can you get exceptional French cuisine and good humoured grief all in one pleasing setting.image

Tomorrow we fly to Phoenix, Arizona for the second stage of our New Mexico odyssey. The weather is looking fine: mild and sunny. We’ll overnight there and have an evening with family we don’t see often enough; transplants from the island of Maui that have become desert dwellers. After that, we’ll hit the road, driving highway 60 out of Arizona and into cold clear weather, eventually ending up in a place I’ve long desired to see, Santa Fe. I’ll try and keep you informed as we go, along with some fun and funky snapshots for entertainment value.

Take care, all,