Traveling to Canada with my Dad

The big W in Vancouver, Canada (also stands for Wigget, according to us)

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.