Vic and Cheryl (well, actually just Cheryl) began their tour of the States in Seattle and ended it in Whistler. Because Whistler is close by - about 4.5 hr drive if you don't get lost in Vancouver - Terry and I drove up to Whistler to meet them. Jarah and Geikie had to stay home alone (poor Jarah) while we wined, dined, and visited.
The next morning a "quick" stop at the sports shop was needed for Cheryl to finish the ski boot fitting. Not to worry though, Vic got to the Vancouver airport in plenty of time. We didn't even get lost in Vancouver. The airport though could use a bit better signage. The choice was "South Terminal" or "Main Terminal" with absolutely no hint as to what airlines were at each terminal. A lucky guess - main terminal - took us to the right place.
At the border, the US Immigration guard shocked us all by knowing a totally obscure bush town north of Melbourne. We waved goodbye and raced on to the Tulalip casino. Boy, it was crowded. Heaps of people, average age 70, serious looks on faces, pushing the spin button on slots. Slots aren't as much fun anymore now that they are video. The money you win shows up on a screen. No more "ka-ching" as the dimes or quarters drop down. Oh well. This time, I came out $3 ahead, Cheryl came out $0.50 ahead, and Terry... well Terry lost the whole kit and kaboodle. $20 vanished. Better luck next time Terry.