Search and Rescue

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We stayed overnight in a Sandman Motel suite.  Very nice.

And everything worked.

As we were leaving the room this morning, Mardi asked Greg if he had his key.  He said "no" - he decided to leave it in the room.  No problem.

So we get to the lobby and Mardi and I exit the elevator and check out.  Greg stayed on the elevator, intending to go directly to the parking garage.  The door shuts.

We wait for the car to show up.  About five minutes later the elevator door opens and there is Greg - you need a room key to get the elevator to leave the lobby and he doesn't have one, right?  So he had to wait for other guests to call for the elevator and deliver him back to the lobby.  Still no key so he can't take the elevator to the parking level.

No problem.  He got off the elevator and headed down the stairs.  Another few minutes went by.  Turns out that when he got to the parking level he was on the outside of the locked entrance doors.  So he had to wait for another (trusting) good Samaritan to let him enter the garage and retrieve his car.

Addendum:  You all remember - he will be training Air Force Search and Rescue personnel on a new aircraft the force will be obtaining.  Hope they don't need a room key!

So....we eventually head out to Whistler.  Another grey day, which turned to rain by afternoon.

Nevertheless, we had a good day.  Checked out the Village Stroll which took us through the whole of Whistler.

Including to the Olympic rings.

Another ski hill, so lots more crazies (who ended up with a chill and dirt splatters up their backs).

The weather didn't allow many scenic photos, but we did get a couple.

After arriving back in Vancouver we contacted Mardi's friend Eric Pontin and had dinner together.  As you can see by the clothes, we walked to the restaurant in the rain.  A great visit nonetheless.

Then it was off to the ferry for a 2 hour cruise back to the island and two more hours on the highway back to Comox, which is my excuse for saying good night now.

Tomorrow we spend the day (likely in the rain) watching Chloe play four games of rugby.  The things grandparents choose to do!