We left Calgary at 8:00 a.m. on Monday. We arrived in Toronto at 6:00 p.m. on Wednesday, all on the same flipping 'bus. It was a brutal ride.
Ann suggested that we should break our journey for a restful night in a hotel/motel. I in my "sweet reasonable dominant male" voice replied that we'd still have to complete the journey by 'bus. I wish that I had been kinder and more understanding. I liked the endless Prairie and the Prairie towns, Ann was not impressed.
We had a break in Regina and ate pizza with another traveler, an Irishwoman named Mary.
We got to Winnipeg at 5:15 a.m. and were turfed off the 'bus so that it could be cleaned and serviced. We were off the 'bus for over two hours. It was bitterly cold. There was not a coffee shop or cafe in sight. I have never forgiven Winnipeg.
Historic picture of the 'bus station in Winnipeg. It says Greyhound but I suspect that Trailways used the same place. ----------------------------------------------…
At the borders I declared my occupation as Ordinand (one who plans to be ordained) to the Canadian Immigration agent. He was confused/bemused/amused.
We had enough time in Vancouver to visit Grouse Mountain and wander Gastown before getting a midnight 'bus to Calgary. Of course we sat up front and as I think I have said before, I refused to sleep a wink so that I could enjoy the Rockies on a moon lit night.
I wrote in my journal of "the unutterable beauty of the Rockies with mountains, steams and lakes...........I wish that I had words to describe the beauty".
A home awaited us in Calgary. We stayed with Marilyn D and her husband Dave. Marilyn and I had attended the same Plymouth Brethren Assembly in Bristol U.K.
(l-r) jmp (beard now grown), Marilyn and Ann in Calgary. Once again we were blessed with excellent hospitality and good tour guides. We saw a lot of Calgary including the touristic Heritage Park. Dave and Maril…
After our whistle stop tour of Seattle (thanks to Bret) Ann and I took yet another Trailways 'bus ride, this time to Bellingham, WA.
There we were to be the guests (sight unseen) of Les and Grace Nelson, upon the recommendation of their daughter Mary Ellen who I knew as a student at my Theological College, St. John's, Nottingham U.K.
Ann and I were yet again feted with gracious hospitality.
The highpoint was when the Nelsons took us in their little boat to nearby Lummi Island.
What a gorgeous, semi-wild, and (then) unspoiled place. We loved it. Les and Grace made a barbecue one of the Island's wee beaches (just like the one above).
Ann and I, city folks to the core, could never have imagined a barbecue on a wee island off the coast of the State of Washington.
We savoured our hosts, the food, and the natural beauty. It was unforgettable. Oh how blessed and grateful we were.
Back to Bret. He and I stayed in touch by mail, the more so when I came back to the U.S…