I forget sometimes how these are such long distances.
When I plugged in to this site to see how long it was to HJ from Richmond it said 33 hours. So when Brian texted me to say he was in Pink Mountain I thought….where is that again? It mustn’t be too long to home now right? Hahahahaha (wild laughter at myself for my sheer lack of long distance driving education – my longest single run drive might have been 10 hours in my life). http://www.distancesfrom.com/ca/distance-from-Whitehorse-to-Pink-Mountain/DistanceHistory/5044698.aspx?IsHistory=1&GMapHistoryID=5044698 If you see a little blue car with a fox, bunny, owls, dancing mushroom, broccoli and fruit on the side loaded to the hilt, hopefully NOT sparking a trail with the bike carrier along the ground, give a wave and just check to see if the driver is still awake.
Wow, It’s a long way home. It really really is.
I’m madly packing, cleaning, recycling and washing dishes. Tomorrow is vacuuming, floor washing, last wash for sheets etc and then whammo. On the plane. For us it’s mad luggage but once we are in the airport courtesy of the Christensen/McDonnell’s muscle, we should be left to watch the planes for a bit, argue against buying any more toys, sample the airport fare and get on the 2.something hour ride home. See you soon you beautiful Yukon you. I can’t say The Yukon Territory apparently so I will settle with MY Yukon. Or Yo Yukon, That Yukon, etc. I’m no grammar ninja. Obviously.
You know, if this was Brian and he was with the kids, he would SOOOO splurge and buy them a little somethin somethin. Right? Such a softie.