Happy Canada Day!

The Canada 150 flags are everywhere, and almost everyone is wearing red, with the Canada 150 logo on it. I am not wearing red, but I am walking around with my camera on one side and my girl friend on the other. It is quite the festive atmosphere. I my highlight will the fireworks. I am hoping to catch those. The draw back is, being so far North, it does not really get dark here at night.

It seems the action is in Kitimat, BC, about a half hour drive South from Terrace, BC. They will have fireworks and street parties. I am sure not what all Terrace will do for events, but we had a look. Rain is the threat today, so travel will be limited becuase of that. But it is warm out.

Repost: 10:00pm

So, we started the day in Terrace, then drove over to Kitimat, BC were the real festivities were being held. Sadly there was not much happening in Terrace. We missed the pancake breakfast, and the first half the events at the Heritage Park, so we just spent the first part the day at the down town park checking out the Farmer’s Market and some performers. We then decided to head off to Kitimat, about 30-40 kilometres South of Terrace.

Below is one of the performers in Terrace, BC who was singing at the George Little Park by where the Farmer’s Market was being held.

Then it was off to Kitimat, BC to take part in the Canada Day festivities there.

When we got there, we just made it to the singing of the national anthem, “Oh Canada.” It was sung by a local young woman who sang it pretty good. Plus, there was a good size crowd there too.

Then it was off to the Douglas Channel, were we saw lots of stuff in the harbour. It was nice to smell the saltwater. But these people on the huge tree root just killed me from laughing. I thought, “what a great a shot!” You judge for yourself?

I took the above photo with my 300mm lens, but by the time a got around to get a better shot, they were all gone from the giant tree root. Yes, it was super low tide, normally this is under water. Reo Tinto is just on the other side of the bay.

We stopped off at Lakesle Lake, and there we found the break in sky where the Sun shone threw. So naturally, since we were by Water Lilly Bay, I got a great shot of some Water Lillies at Furlong Bay.

And that concludes the day’s event for me. I had dinner at my girlfriend’s place, and then off to home, where is was nearly 9:00pm when I got in. Phew, it was a long day, but it was fun.

I am Connected!

Feels great to be in touch with the world again. I am back on my PC, with all my links, bookmarks and updated files. Yes, I am connected! I think I was going through Internet withdraw too. Anyway, that is all behind now. I have so far spent the entire day updating and catching up on everything. So many emails, and just about two hours reading them, and another replying back. Also, I have the phone, which has not rang yet, but hopefully it will.

One of the first things I did was update my job search. Now that I have new phone number, I had to change everything on several job search websites. That took about an hour. I managed to send out a couple resumes too in the process. It is so nice to check whenever I want as opposed to whenever I can a hot spot, or friends.

If I have not contacted you yet, fear not, I will get to you.

Update on my Banking: Still no word on when the transfer has taken place. I think I am going in tomorrow, at least I can update my stuff now. I should of taken my money with me. LOL Hindsight is always twenty/twenty, eh?

Joining the On-Line Community – Again

Not bad, one week without. Tomorrow I should be connected to the Net, and have a land-line phone once again. Unfortunately, I will not have fiber optic connected to my apartment, as they need permission from my land lord, and it may take until the end of August to connect it, so I will have to make due with the more expensive copper line from the local cable company, which already has permission. All that being said, I will be connected.

I phoned my Bank last night down in the Lower Mainland. They told me news I did not want to hear. Before I was ready move, I asked them at my branch what I deeded to do, and how long. They said it would take a matter a couple of days, and one form with my signature. Turns out, that is all done by Post, and can take up to two weeks. Sadly, I have rent due this Friday—you see the problem. Oh boy. Nothing worse than having all kinds of money, and no way to pay for your bills with it.

The job quest is still on going. Once I am on-line—with a phone, that should go a lot smoother/better. There is lots of work, but I can see employers taking a few weeks before they choose who they want. I have sent out about ten resumes and four applications so far. Hopefully today, I can send off a resume to a trucking company that is just down the street from me, as they just posted. Remember, I have only been here for just under a week, and moving day does not count.

A side note: The little old lady that live two doors beside me, asked if she could have a ride into town to do a Bank run. Reluctantly I said yes, only because I was going to go out shoot some stuff of the surrounding areas with my camera. I basically stopped, she opened the door and got out, and I took off. Nonetheless I drove off down the highway, out of town, and it was a super nice day for shooting.

Light Rays Over Thornhill Mountain

As I sit back in my comfy chair, and I look out the living room window to see the sunlight spread out through the sky, it like watching a movie slowly unfolding. It is like fingers raking the clouds in the sky, rays of sunlight beam through spaces between. An awesome sight indeed. It is about eight in the morning, and people are busy going about their way, either to work, or driving around. The sounds of an owl lurks in the near by bushes, and a crow flies overhead, probably in search of food. The air is fresh and clean, I feel reenergised from it. It feels nice, and looks awesome.

In few minutes I have to go into town and see if I can get connected to the Internet. I have two choices, Fiber Optic, or the old copper cable. Because I rent, permission is needed before I can have the Fiber put in, but copper is currently hooked up, but more expensive. It is fast coming up to a week now that I have been unconnected. It feels wrong without the Internet. More than anything, I need a phone, and I need the Internet too, but the phone is essential around here. I cannot work without it.

Seeing the old with the new is like watching time stand still. So many here are not connected. They do not want it. So many here are computer illiterate, and have little concept of cyber space. I guess why do need it if you cut trees or haul rocks for a living. Yet computers are everywhere. But at least I see the cutting edge technology here also, but few understand it, or use it. I met one really knowledgeable “Geek” who spends most of his time gaming on-line, a couple of days ago. Not surprisingly, he is only twenty years of age, and was from California, USA—a move that started from his parents, and he stayed behind from his teenage years. He told me that he could spend half of his time working on other’s gear, but thinks he is wasting his time. Most PCs here are old and out of date in these parts, he told me. Not surprisingly, Linux is a foreign concept here, right up there with “Open Source.” Window$ XP and Seven rule the roost around here.

I just got back from down town metropolitan Terrace. Still laughing about the commute times. Everything is so close together here—seven minutes—half hour round trip.

The good news—I get connected this Thursday, first thing in the morning. I cannot wait for that to happen. Soon, soon I will connected again, and a telephone number to boot!

The bad news—still no word on my switching my Banking up to Terrace. Or it has not happened yet. Sadly, only the five dollars I put in there still sits.

A little old lady lives two doors down from me. She seems nice, but either lives on assistances, or collects a very small pension. She met me yesterday before I ventured out onto one of my forays into town. She ask if she could have some bread, and that has had no money for food. What made it even grimmer, she held a lit cigarette in her hands while she was asking. I wanted to say, “quit smoking, and you will have more money for food,” but that would have fallen on death ears.

On the other side of me, in the next apartment, the occupant is sitting outside on his chair having a cigarette too. Not sure if he works or not. I see no vehicle parked in front of his place, so it is hard to tell if he is employed. He seems like a happy fellow. But he is sure laid-back.

To funny… The owl is “Hooting” like crazy right now. Must have found something to eat, or a mate. LOL

I sit and look up to the mountains towards the East, the Sun peaking over top, and light rays peering across the sky like a giant fan. With only a few clouds to tell that daylight is upon us, the sky itself is a brilliant blue. Summer in the North West is beautiful!

Terrace Time

The joys of living in, once again, a small town. Now, do not get me wrong, it is a good thing, and I do love it. Small towns are, small, when compared to areas like Langley, BC or Vancouver, but the main difference, you got you where want to be in a matter of minutes. For example, I am still on the twenty dollar fill-up I did last Thursday, when I first got into town, and that is half gone—and I have made about six trips so far. Comparing that to Langley, and all the running around I have done, we are looking at a tank of gas, and maybe two trips, with half the stuff done that have now.

Terrace has a different way of doing things in general, compared to the British Columbian Lower Mainland. First Most Government offices are tied into one space. We have a Access Centre here, but they rely mostly on the Internet, and the one time I needed them, it was down. Second, Banking is a little different. In my case, I have to wait probably a whole week before I can transfer my money up from the Lower Mainland. My Bank in Fort Langley told me that would be instant. Boy, were they wrong. Lastly, the traffic moves a lot slower than it does from my Southern home. You figure with lass Police and Law Enforcement, people would talk advantage of that—nope—people follow the speed limit to the letter here.

We have real time, and what people call “Indian Time,” but then there is Terrace Time, a time altogether of it’s own. No one is in a hurry here. Now, that is not to say people rush, or are always in a state of perpetual lateness, I just mean it is different. It is all done in a very low key way. I think it has to do with how close everything is here. Also, if you plan your trips good, you can get a weeks worth of stuff done in just one hour. Also, if I get this job I want, that commute will be only seven minuets for me—Seven minutes! Comparing that to the nearly forty-five minutes going from Glenn Valley, to my job back in my old home.

By the way, I still do not have my own phone or Internet yet. I must thank my girl friend for using hers. Thanks deer.

Made It! I Am In Terrace!

I am here; made it! The trip took over seventeen hours, and nearly four hundred dollars in fuel, but it was worth it. The DriveBC web site was the most accurate as far as times go. Google and MapQuest were way off in calculating time for the trip. I still do not my own Internet, nor phone, but I should hopefully but hook up with the week. I got into town Thursday afternoon, and I was snuggled into my apartment by the evening. Oh, and I forgot that the Sun sets way later here.

The trip it’s self was uneventful. I drove most of it at night, which made a lot better in my opinion as far as traffic goes. I saw only one deer and as few other drivers on the road. It was once going threw Smithers that encounter lots of people, but that was because it was 8:00am by then.

I fueled up four times along the way. Hope, 100mile, Prince George and then in Smithers, British Columbia were the fuel stops. The moving truck I had only gave me a half tank of fuel to start with. Yes, the truck was a hog on fuel. Next time, I will pack lighter.

My transition over to Terrace has not been what I thought. My Banking will be at least a few days, as they do not have near the services that Vancouver has. And my Internet will be the same, though I will fiberoptic. Only my car insurance was flawless–and I got a refund from doing the switch. Insurance is way cheaper up here than the Lower Mainland.

Right now, I am using my girlfriend’s Internet to do my stuff. But until everything straiten out, I will back more often.

I have photos, but right now I am on my laptop, and that takes to long to process them, so soon I will post them here once I get up and running.

So, ya, I made it! I am here. 🙂

Updated: July 3, 2017

The above image is me leaving Fort Langley, BC. I am all packed up, and heading out.

Seventeen hours later, and an hour to unhitch the trailer, I crashed, and did not get up until 9:00pm. This shot below is taken around 9:45pm! Damn close to the land of the Midnight Sun.

Now to get my life back to the “New” normal. LOL

One Sleep to Go!

Well it is almost time. Moving time is upon me, and none to soon. So far, the cost of moving is about $2000.00. That include the truck, and it gas, but all the little fees that go along with it. For the most part, I have included most of these items already, but a couple crept up, and I tried to ignore them, but the system has a way of catching you. Needless to say, I have one night, and full day before I hit the road.

One of the fees that hit me my Post Office Forwarding. I forget how expensive Canada Post is. I was going to for go the cost, but remember that at least three places would no doubt send me mail, even after I told them I have a new address. one being my credit card company. They have this problem of waiting, sometimes weeks, before they change things. Granted I only knew my new address a couple of weeks ago, but they still have not changed it on their website.

The moving truck was another cost that keeps going up. But to be fair, they upgraded the truck, for the same cost as a small one, but it will eat more fuel driving it up there. And do not for get the tax. They did not include that when I first set that up on-line. So factor in another twelve percent or so on top. Then the final blow was getting word that I have to drive out to Abbotsford, BC to pick it up. So much for hoping that I could get it where I live. Now I have over kill on the amount of stuff I am taking with me. I have less than 640kgs, and one vehicle, and fifteen foot truck at 37 litres for 160km or 10 US Gallons per 100 Miles. Remember my distance is roughly 1300km, and looking at anywhere to at least three fill-up of gasoline. I am looking at roughly $350 to $400 in fuel on top.

Disconnections fees galore. I have two really big ones. First is my propane. That one is about $400.00 becuase of having to send a guy to disconnect the tank from the house, then empty it, and haul it away. Second, is my cable bill. Even after sending back the phone and television modems, I still get hit hard, at $150.00. There are few others, these two were by far the biggest.

Sleep is my “thing to do” right now. I want to get as much sleep as I can, or at least be well wide awake when I head out tomorrow night. My plan is, load the truck, then sleep for the afternoon and drive as far as I can until I need a pit stop. I am all packed, it is just matter of getting it on the truck.

One more day to go. 🙂


I decided to check how long, and how much fuel I need for the trip up to Terrace, BC from Langley, or Glen Valley were I am living right now. I got a couple of different answers. And on top of that, I am not sure how much fuel I will need for the trip. So for the mean time, I have my previous trips from Terrace to Vancouver, BC, roughly twenty hours. So I just took a couple of hours off of that, somewhere around nineteen to seventeen hours, I figure.

According to Google Maps, I am looking at roughly 1318 km to Terrace BC. Map Quest estimate I might do the trip in seventeen hours, while Google says about fourteen. I think Google has got it wrong. Again, I am leaning towards nineteen hours for the whole trip.

The last time I drove this route, I was looking at roughly $250.00 in gas cost, in a 1979 Ford 150 pick-up truck, back in 1995. Now gasoline was somewhere around fifty cents per litre, and the truck was on it’s last legs as far as it fuel economy goes. The truck went to the bone right after that trip. So, I figure it might cost me $245.00 in today’s dollars for the trip. Perhaps even $300.00, based on towing a trailer with a ten foot U Haul truck. The U Haul website was no help either. To bad fuel was included in the rental cost too?

Now I did a trip to Alberta, near Rocky Mountain House, about seven years ago, and that took me about thirteen hours, and burnt about seventy litres of gasoline, roughly about eighty dollars, in a small pick-up. Again, Google says about one thousand and four kilometres, and about ten and a half hours to drive it. Maybe Google speeds?

One More Day to Go

Well, this is it. One more day of work here in the Lower Mainland to go before I move away up North. Funny, everyone at my work seems sad to see me go, but they are also just realizing that I have just one more day to go before it is over, and they are saying that I did not warn enough. Even funny-er, I have. I have been counting down since I gave my two week notice to anyone that can hear me. Time marches on, doesn’t it.

I decided that I would not slack off from my job duties. I would keep up the paces unit my last day. So far only one fellow employee has noticed. He said that I should, but I say no. My reason is simple. I want them to know next week after I am gone. I want them to feel it. The new guy, or actually he has been that before, will look like a newbie after I am gone. But I also want to set some standards, hopefully, after I leave. But I highly doubt it.

I have no idea what will happen tomorrow. I am leaving that up to them. I mean, I will go into work, do my job, but I have no idea what kind of a day it will be? I never look at the schedule, or care to. I just want to show up, do my work, then leave. I want to leave happy, knowing I did a good days work.

Yes, I will miss a lot people there. I made some good friends there, and I knew a lot of people in those three years in the store. Not only that, I learned a lot stuff at the job too. I know what bead-board is. But looking back, I never thought I would work in the Hardware Business, but I did it, and I am good at it. Who would have thought three years ago? Yes, I will miss it.

I have been announcing my count down every day I go into work. Last week, I told everyone in the lunch room that I was leaving. I guess they had “selective hearing” on at that time? Maybe they forgot? Oh well. No one can say that I did not tell them that I was leaving there. I gave my two weeks notice, and all heard.

Anyway, time to move on. The North calls. I have a partner there waiting for me–that feels good. Time to leave this place.

Packing It Up

The packing continues. I am about half way there as far as packing goes inside my home. I have the outside to yet, but that will wait. So far, I estimate about twenty boxes, albeit small ones, for the first half of my packing, but I still large items to pack away, and a little crawl space to clean out. I am going to wait until I get closer to the move date before I start on the big stuff, like the wishing machine and garden tools. So far I am on track, and might be a head. A good sign.

I am collecting the boxes from work, getting the good ones, while I work away. The bosses seem OK with that as long as I do not go crazy, like taking fifty boxes at a time in one go. I should point out that we sell packing boxes were I work too, so you see the issue.

It is weird sitting in a room that was once full of my stuff, now packed away. It sounds all wrong. But soon it will not matter. I should have the moving truck by next Wednesday, and then I am gone. Does not matter what it sounds like after that.

I estimate that once I have the truck, I should be packed up and ready to roll out in a couple of hours. I planned everything right down to the times I should spend on cleaning. Then there is the drive. I think it works out to twenty hours in total, that with two or three pit stops for rest. It will be a long trip. Basicly, I am looking at two days to get everything from Fort Langley to Terrace.