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Alert Bay is dead. It is depressingly dead. It's always been a slow, small town, but now even the locals feel like it's a dead end where only the old timers really appreciate. It's down to one food store (from 3), one "restaurant" which doesn't have any tables (from 4 or 5 with tables), the gardens of the white fishermen are looking good (they have the time to garden because they can't fish), the gardens of the Indians are about the same, but more windows on the reservation seems to be in need of glass.

It took me a whole three hours to get antsy being here.

Buuuuuut...

Grampa is doing much, much better. It made him so happy to have everyone come up. I was the last one here, and I'll be the last one to leave when we go down to Vancouver tomorrow. I'm the only one who didn't have a car ("We have an embarrassment of cars," said my brother) so I'm constrained by my parents' schedules. Or rather, my mum's schedule (my dad is just as anxious to get off the island as I am).

It is beautiful up here, and the air is so amazingly clean. The water is quite tasty, too, although it's a shame I've become acclimatized to the eastern water...

So, now that I've told the end, I'll tell the beginning...

( The day of travel was so much better than expected... )