







So we packed up - it was rough - it was a hot day - it was uncomfortable - and I worked way too hard the days leading up to moving day. The movers came the morning of the 9th and packed the ginormous truck but our stuff occupied a tiny little space within it. The turck apparently holds four homes minimum.
We left Lower Sackville around 6pm and planned an all-nighter drive to Ottawa. We hoped to be there the next morning BUT...
Victoriaville happened. I had a touch of pericarditis. I got to ride in an ambulance and i was treated at first like I was having a heart attack. Oh what fun. What a start to vacation. What really sucked about the situation was that I was tired and the pain only really came when I lay down. But I only spent a day in the hospital and was in Ottawa in time to go to bed. I was ordered to take it easy for 20 days which would somewhat conflicted with our plan to drive across the country but what the hell.
So we spent a few days in Ottawa and celebrated the triple birthday: my mom, Ella and Darby on July 12th:

But then we left in a hurry because we had to get to Powell River by July 22nd. We had no idea how long we could drive in a day with the kids.
It turns out we can't drive long at all. In North Bay, there was another incident equally evil - blowout on the trailer:
And Marla did not want to drive any further until with replaced the spare. Alas, where can you get a spare at night in North Bay? So

we stayed at WalMart!