Canadians are awesome

Amanda and I are in a library in Courtenay on Vancouver Island B.C. We finally made it to an island! Why is this a significant feat you ask? Well, yesterday while we were blogging ( I really do hate using blog as a verb. In fact I think I just plain hate the term altogether. Someone come up with a less lame term for what I am doing right now and I will give you a dollar.) Amanda, wondering where exactly we were in B.C., peered over to a woman at a table next to us and sincerely asked, 'Excuse me. What island are we on?'. To this the woman replied, ' We are not on an island. This is the Sunshine Coast.' Those tricky Canadians had us thinking we were on an island! Can you imagine that! So really it is very exciting that we have made it to an island so as not to be completely embarrassed and humiliated in a coffee shop full of locals this time around. I can feel you all patting us on the back.

Yesterday was beautiful and we made it to camp at the Saltery Bay Provincial Park in one piece. Some highlights of the day include:

• wishing our spandex weren't spandex,
  
• Amanda being stalked up a narrow incline by a large semi-truck waiting to pass,
• seeing roadkill, like really too close (even though we only saw dead snakes, they were still pretty gross),
• having a mid-ascent pow-wow to pee, talk about our crotches, and pump ourselves up for the remainder of the gnarly ascent only to quickly learn that it was pretty much over a minute after we hit the road again,
• meeting nice Canadians on the ferry (surprise surprise!),
  
• watching Amanda eat her dinner in the tent like a prisoner because she hates mosquitoes like I hate the word blog.

Today has been quite the adventure as well. We had to get up at 6 am and race 19 miles to the ferry this morning and just as we are about to shoot down the hill to catch it, Amanda's back tire goes flat. Luckily the ferry was 15 minutes late and we were able to go aboard. On the ferry we met more nice Canadians (!?!?) who were extremely interested in our trip. One even requested our blog address and I tried to keep a straight face writing down the url for him... Another woman told us about a bike shop and a great place to get a bite on the other side of the passage. So here we are, in a library, bellies full with abnormally tight spandex cutting off the circulation around our waists , the tire is fixed and now we want ice cream. Did I mention I am wearing spandex? Ok good.
PS. The picture is just to give you all a rough idea of what I look like in my sweet gear. It's not exactly that awesome, but definitely yellow and I definitely blend in with people here. They are Canadian after all.