Well, the plane didn't crash, although I was otherwise much less impressed with WestJet this time out. The crew didn't sing us any songs, the tickets costs a couple hundred more, and it was like sitting on a crowded bus for five hours. One bright spot was that instead of a (usually crappy) in-flight movie, you paid a buck for headphones to watch satellite tv on a little screen on the back of the seat one row up.
Arrived in the truly wonderful city of Vancouver Sunday night, and stayed with brother Left Coast Hipster for a couple of nights. He's living on a condo a hundred yards from the Fraser River, which is plied daily by lumber-hauling tugboats like this one:
Within a couple of minutes along the river Monday morning I had already seen a half dozen Great Blue Herons, and two seagulls chasing a Bald Eagle.
Bye For Now.