We began our trip by leaving my parents house in Silverdale, WA, and heading to the Kingston-Edmonds ferry, which looks like this, for those of you not familiar with the Washington State Ferries:
The Western Access route starts north on I-5 through Bellingham, but instead of crossing the border in Blaine (the most popular crossing for going to Vancouver), it goes east to Sumas. There we crossed into Abbotsford, British Columbia, once I informed the border patrol that I was headed through to Alaska, that I was moving there for a year to work as a law clerk, and that I wasn't carrying any weapons.
We stopped for lunch when I got really excited about this sign:
You see, after 7 years in California, I have trained myself to say "soda" instead of "pop," because Californians seem to have a big problem with that. I don't know why I didn't realize that Canadians also say "pop," given that all of the states where people say that border Canada, but I was proud to see the dialect of my youth be legitimized by another country. Here is my dad, enjoying our delicious - and properly named - lunch: