Back from Vancouver this week. I left on Wednesday, this time not forgetting to bring a passport. I also went with 3 guys from work this time instead of solo. We got there and headed straight to the plant from the airport (since we found out just the day before that we needed a lot more time to get everything done than we thought we would) and got set up. After dinner we all started to wear out early because of the time change. I just watched the Red Wings get dominated for a while and sacked out early, then was wide awake at about 4:00 am. So, lacking anything else to do, I went walking. With a GPS and a set of coords to a cache that eluded me last time I was out there. I went for a nice mile and a half hike, through some primeval forest park in the heart of Port Coquitlam, and found the cache along the Coquitlam River at first light. The walk back seemed a lot quicker somehow. We worked all day on the requalification and headed to Vancouver for dinner. We were going to check out the Capilano Suspension Bridge if there was time, but there wasn't, so we just got dinner at Cardero's and went back to the hotel. We did get everything done, but it would have been nice to be able to sightsee a little, but hey, that's not why we were there. We did think that it was odd that they had just had the winter Olympics wrap up the previous week, since it was so balmy. They could have the summer Olympics there no problem. Anyway, we headed back on Friday morning (except one guy who had a later flight) and were back home again late (like 9pm) Friday. Our small group was just wrapping up (even the McCoys were leaving...yeah it was that late) when I walked in. I hadn't had time to shop for presents so I was just going to grab something...anything...at the airport in Vancouver, so I got a nice coffee mug for Beth, and some nice fridge magnets for the kids, which made Alex cry. His exact words: "you got me a fridge magnet?" before the heartbroken tears and sobbing. I think he stayed up mostly to see what I got him. There were no nice t-shirts or stuffed animals at the airport, my misfortune. Anyway, Saturday Beth and I had a date night. We went out to see "Alice in Wonderland" which was not as bad as we'd feared but not as good as we'd hoped.