My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

That last entry — in Victoria, Canada — was the end of my travel journal about British Columbia and Seattle. It’s strange I found time (or took the time) for journal writing in Canada but not in Seattle. I can write a bit based on memory….

My dad and I stayed at the Queen Anne Inn in Seattle for at least one night. I think it was two nights. I remember there were two beds, and mine occupied…


My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

Today my dad and I had breakfast in the hotel restaurant again (I had pancakes rather than a waffle), because my dad didn’t want to walk all the way to Murchie’s before backtracking to the Royal BC Museum, which is only about two blocks from the hotel. Inn.

We stayed at the Royal BC Museum from 10 am to 2:30ish. That includes not only exploring the First Nations exhibits and the Century Hall and the Old Town (in…



My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

Today we had breakfast at the hotel restaurant in the basement — it has kind of an art deco look with many mirrors-mosaics. And yet… it also looked like it was last redecorated in the 1980s. There’s also a big rack of jellies just like the previous hotel restaurant. It must be a Canadian thing, eh?


My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

My dad and I arrived in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada at about 2 pm.


My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

5/2/2012

My dad and I took the skytrain to Chinatown. The skytrain is like a subway but… some of it is high above ground, so those sections are kind of the opposite of a subway. We visited the beautiful Chinese Garden (which looks quite a bit like the one in Portland).


My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

Today I dragged my dad into a total of five art galleries. Fortunately, only the first one required paying admission — the Vancouver Art Gallery, where we spent the most time (although half of it was closed, between exhibits).

We also visited the Bill Reid Gallery, which specializes in what we’re accustomed to calling Native American art but what Canadians call Aborigine or First Nations art. I prefer the Canadian phrase First Nations, since it seems more accurate.


Sayers, Constance. A Witch in Time. Redhook/Orbit, Hatchet Book Group, NY: 2020.

I mostly like the author’s writing style. She could use the word “that” much less — something I maybe only noticed because I recently went through one of my manuscripts and deleted my unnecessary use of the word “that.”

The one other problem I had with the writing was that while Juliet was only sixteen and a (married) man in his thirties didn’t hesitate to have sex with her in 1895, the reader doesn’t really see what’s going through Juliet’s head and heart. …


(Laurel & Hardy Visit Vancouver, Part 2)

My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

My dad and I wandered the neighborhood and dined at a fancy Mediterranean restaurant (I had a veggie deep dish with no cheese — it was a lot like pizza, in a porcelain boat containing a thin layer of crust topped with a mixture of sizzling hot artichokes, spinach, mushrooms, eggplant, and tomato). …


My dad and I meant to drive up to British Columbia and Seattle when he visited the previous year, 2011, but when he arrived, I was suffering from appendicitis. So instead of traveling with me to Canada, my dad stayed with me in Portland for two weeks, never mind that I seemed to recuperate from surgery quickly. My dad’s planning was great: I was in pain for two days before he arrived and took me to the doctor… and to the hospital.

Post-surgery, the visit was pleasant, because my dad stayed longer than usual, and I showed him around Portland…

S. E. Wigget

I mostly write fiction, especially paranormal and historical fantasy, under either S. E. Wigget or Susan E. Wigget. I live with cats.

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