He might look like an aging motorhome, but he’s so much more. He has thoughts and opinions. His insights and observations about this beautiful country are well worth exploring… Take some time to enjoy Harvey’s ramblings…
Ahem. Your attention please. Permit me a moment of pride.Two thousand, two hundred and fifty-eight kilometres. Four provinces. Two time zones. Eight days. I am not complaining. I am bragging. Let me tell ya, we’ve been hanging out with some purdy big animals lately. Just the other day, can you believe I started my day…
Did you know Mount Robson, the highest peak in the entire Canadian Rockies, spends most of its time hidden behind cloud? But on the morning of day three, the summit was pretty much out. All 3,954 metres of it, sharp and white against a blue June sky. The Skipper said it means good luck. I’m…
Ahoy maties! Harvey here… coming at you live from beautiful Salmon Arm, on the shores of the magnificent Shuswap Lake. Well, actually I’ve been sitting here in the driveway for several weeks now, watching the chaos unfold, and I have to say, the pre-voyage activity aboard this ship has been something to behold. Lists. Spreadsheets….
Harvey here. I have seen the route. I have studied the maps, both the paper ones the Dutchman keeps and the digital ones the Skipper has on her phone. I have opinions. Mostly I am ready. Possibly I am nervous about the ferry. Just a little. So, here’s the plan. We pull out of the…
Right. Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Harvey. I am a 25-year-old motorhome of considerable character and, some would say, distinguished good looks. I joined this family last summer, made the run to Winnipeg without complaint, met everyone, charmed them all, and apparently proved myself sufficiently. Because now we are doing the whole…
