On Day 2 of my visit, Ru and I decided it would be cool to cross the US/Canada border and drive up to
This is the Peace Arch:
Does anyone else remember the push to switch over to the metric system? I just remember that one year in math class, my teacher insisted that we learn the metric system as “the changeover is sure to occur any day now.” Was this a national phenomenon or just the quirk of a particular teacher of mine? I mean, it was the mid-1980s and I was attending a parochial school in south
I hate the metric system. I still can’t tell you whether a quart or a liter is bigger. I can convert pounds to kilograms, but that’s about it. And as for speed limits, while it sounds cool to be barreling down the road at 80 km/hr, that’s really only like 55 mph. Even worse, is when American doctors start pronouncing the word centimeter as son-ti-meter…apparently it’s some bizarre right-of-passage that goes with the degree.
As for the actual border, they were reluctant to even let us into
This is perhaps the world's tamest peacock:
We walked around a bit, and then made our way back to the city, where to our horror we discovered that even the cheapest room in a Holiday Inn cost $215. The Canadian dollar is also pretty much equivalent to the US dollar right now, so there were no deals to be had.
Frustrated, we had a very late dinner and drove off into the dark night, headed north towards Whistler. We drove for well over an hour along a windy, unlit road that at the time we believed was a highway. Visibility was poor, and it had begun to rain. Signs for falling rock and truck crossings did not soothe our nerves. Our maximum speed was probably 60 km/hr and our only company was a pair of distant red taillights. Eventually, we merged with an actual highway. Exhausted, we settled into the first available nonsmoking room in Squamish that we could find. Apparently there was some sort of movie being filmed in that area and hotel rooms were not easy to come by.