In Which We Become Part of a Parade

Day 9: Thursday, July 15, 2010
Traveling day: Port Angeles, WA to Victoria, Canada
Feature of the Day: Dinner with Young-il and his parents

After a long night with rowdy neighbors at our campsite, we were up early the next morning and had packed everything and were ready to depart for the ferry by 8:30 AM. Impressive. Even though we showed up a good four hours early for the 12:40 PM ferry, we were already the third car in line, but at least we were on. The morning proved to be quite eventful, as one by one antique cars began pulling onto the dock to board the ferry with us to Victoria. Within the next couple hours, well over a hundred antique cars of all colors had congregated to cross with us. Their owners all wore letterman's jackets emblazoned with the name of their particular car club name, such as “Orange County Roadsters” or “LA Roadsters” (many were from California). It was the strangest thing. I had no idea these people organized themselves in such a manner, but I guess that makes sense. If you got it, flaunt it.

The ferry ride itself was uneventful, save for Cindy, Matthew, and I snacking on chili-cheese-covered popcorn, and then Matthew daring me to gulp down all the chili powder residue at the bottom of the bag. Well of course, I had to do it. No matter that we were in public, on a boat, and I was wearing a nice top and a white tank. I wound up with chili in my eye, powder all over my face, and a ten-year-old laughing in my face. Worth it.
Upside to riding the ferry with the antique cars? Getting to crash their parade through the city and wave at our adoring public.
Later in the day, we met up with Young-il, Cindy's husband, who flew up from the Bay. We also got to have dinner with his parents, whom I had never met before. All in all, a good day, if short on sleep. :)