PG Jul 1 815am

They’re off in a cloud of dust. 7:05 A.M. Prince George here they come. They are back 7:17 the door pops open and in comes someone and right back out again, the car is in the lane; it is gone – again. I looked out the window after the intrusion to see Vicki running to the car with Irene’s purse flying along behind her. Well that was unexpected. I just had time to go to the washroom and get Word fired up and boom the door poped open. We hope that this time they ARE gone.
Up at 5:00 after going to bed – well for me it was midnight who knows when the rest of them finally hit the hay – do this do this do that just like the game. Then get everything into the car everything into the car – we didn’t suceed Irene’s purse didn’t make it – and have some food and . . . discover that home to Prince George according to the map is 700KM. Hinton 300. McBride 500 and PG only 700. 7 hours of driving I thought it was more than that. Five Ninths of the family is gone it is quiet already. Timothy is up for the day and so it appears am I, I had the fond notion of going back to bed but I thought that since I am now the cronicoler hummmm how to spell that? the guy to whom the task of keeping record of what happens here at the home frount while the rest of the story is off gadding about the neibouring province; I should set down what is here and now before I forget it so that I can blog it for anyone who may be interested. They should be half way to Onoway by now. Half past 10 at Hinton. It is a nice day so far for driving, cool and cloudy but not dark clouds. 54 degrees, 12 for the unorthadox. When they tried to back out of the lane the dogs were milling around and Irene ever carefull was trepidatiously trying to get around them or well anything but over them and I told her just to keep driving they will get out of the way. There were at least three of the neibour dogs as well as our’s and the one who seems to have taken up residence here. When they took off down the road two of the neibour dogs leaped out to follow the chase, they can really go. Dogs. Irene came out of the house and the little brown dog jumped up on her first thing, green stains on her freshly cleaned light coulour pants. I guess that she saw the dogs rushing after her because the car gave a spurt of speed – hence the cloud of dust (not that there wouldn’t have been one anyway) the dogs made it almost a half mile before they gave up the chase at the top of the hill just when I saw the faint silowet (this spelling thing) crest the apex of the hill. That was a suprise to see the car sitting in the lane again. Oh yes I said that already.
We have not so far figured out how to set the clock in Hummy, our chevy car, so it tells time right in the winter but all summer it is one hour out – except for the next few days it will be right again. At this point Andrew would be asking “how fast do you have to go west to make time stand still”. Andrew 1000 miles per hour. “Oh yesss, how fast would we be driving?” Andrew not one tenth of that but you will go fast enough to make the trip one hour shorter than it would be if you went say south for an equal distance. Funny how that works. Around the world in 80 days here we come. Just like the real explorers they got back one day early even though they took 80 days to make the trip. They should be north of Wabamun Lake now, around Fallis.