Paraskevidekatriaphobia - The Real Friday the 13th

If you have an uneasy feeling today, you’re not the only one and you may be suffering from paraskevidekatriaphobia, also known as friggatriskaidekaphobia, meaning the fear of Friday the 13th.  

Actually, I prefer the "frig" word, but we can't see the full moon out here so why worry?

Mardi and I started our day by taking a half hour drive to Mount Washington.

That wasn't the only sign we saw - there were plenty of these.

Although they apply to all vehicles, they are meant specifically for the logging trucks.  They need chains in the winter on the way up and good brakes on the way down.

The mountains are clear cut in strips.

and the logs are prepared for shipment.

We had varying degrees of visibility on our drive up the mountain, but for the most part we could see where we were going.

And we saw one sign of wildlife - the deer was very comfortable being near the car.

Actually, we did see other signs of wildlife. making lots of noise as they became airborne.

A weed or a flower? (Before the smartasses weigh in, I know that Mardi is NOT a weed!)

There were lots of tough looking ski hills - this one looked like you could come off the last mogul and land on a porch.

The view coming back off the mountain was pretty spectacular.  That's the Strait of Georgia beyond the shoreline fog belt.

After Greg got home from work we headed for the  ferry from Nanaimo to Horseshoe Bay.  Two hours of looking at scenes like this, through the rain.

A float plane is in the foreground of the following picture.

Needless to say, we were certainly glad to reach Vancouver and pick up Mardi's grandson, Ethan, for dinner.

The gentle giant then took us on a  tour of the Surrey campus of Simon Fraser University.  It's a kilometre long and only a couple of hundred metres wide.  We walked the distance and return.

We're certainly getting our steps in!  Tomorrow we head to Whistler.  Hope we can see where we're going - the weather forecast isn't changing.