Vancouver --> Kamloops (Paul Lake)

Distance Travelled - 374 km
Times the Jeep looked like it was on fire - 1
Cat urine in the car - 10 ml

So, this is it. We actually left Vancouver. For real, in real life. You're rid of us. Well... me. People seem to like Hilary.

Our drive out of Vancouver was pretty uneventful. Our tire pressure in the trailer was at about 25% (15 psi of a needed 45 psi), so we aired up the tires. We didn't take any pictures, we didn't want the best parts of the blog to be at the beginning.

I discovered pretty quickly that driving with a trailer is fucking TERRIFYING when you go over any bump. It basically feels like it's going to fall off the hitch and end all of your life. That said, nothing bad at all happened. You may now be wondering about that little "fire" comment up above. CALM YOURSELF, we're not at the fireworks factory yet.

Once we were pretty comfortably on the highway we let the cat out of the bag (literally). First thing he does? Jumps in to the front seat, unloads his tiny little super soaker urine blaster out all over  Hilary's leg. Now, I expect this kind of behaviour from let's say, Jesse Martin, but from a cat? MY CAT?! Never. Well after that, he found himself a quiet corner in the Jeep, which is really any part of the Jeep that isn't under the hood, and just stared out the window, occasionally vocalizing his displeasure to us.

TL;DR - Cat pees on human.

After we stopped off in Hope for gas and a burger (in that order), we started the treacherous climb up the fucking mountains. I do mean treacherous and I DO mean fucking. So about ten minutes out of Hope, I'm checking my mirrors, and I notice how friggin' gorgeous the mountains are. Also notice, big plume of smoke behind us. "Geez," I think, "Someone's in pretty rough shape back there". Closer inspection? Yeah. I AM the cause of this smoke. Of course, it's a mountain highway and the shoulder is about half the size of our vehicle, but FUCKING SMOKE IS BAD. The vehicle behind us, whom I assumed got a nice face full of toxic chemical smoke also pulled over in front of us. Luckily there was a nice wide  place to pull over just in front of him. Long story short, our transmission fluid boiled over the dipstick and dripped onto the engine, causing this wonderful pit stop.

At this point I should probably mention, I was wearing the most haggard pair of shorts in the world. Some of you may be familiar with my famous, "assless shorts". For those of you that aren't, I feel like you don' need much of an explanation. When Tome and I were loading the bed up onto the roof rack of the trailer (gaff tape does NOT hold a bed onto a trailer FYI), my shorts ripped from crotch, all the way across my right leg, right over to the seam. So essentially, my shorts were held on by a belt and will power alone.

So anyway, buddy helping us out on the side of the road I'm SURE has noticed how my ass is just hanging out on the side of the highway. I made some retarded quip about how I didn't expect to leave the vehicle or something. I dunno. It was pretty awkward.

It's at this point that we took a look at our bed. The tarp had been partially torn off, and the shrink wrap was starting to fall to pieces. Oh yeah, one of the slats of wood that was supporting it was about to fly off into the next vehicle that was unlucky enough to get behind us. So yeah, we fixed that. It's pretty stellar now, it doesn't move an inch and is completely secure. Sometimes, we're not as brilliant as we think.

We pulled into Paul Lake around 6pm, played a game of cards and I immediately passed out on the floor of the cabin. Pretty uneventful night otherwise, but I DO have a pretty great picture of my shorts. To be posted later. Probably in Edmonton.

That's all for now!

Oh yeah, the cat is lost somewhere in the house and we have no idea where he is but other than that he's fine.