Mom dragged us up Mount Douglas and here are the resulting pictures. Kind of looks like Italy would with the houses hanging off the side of the mountainside.
Fort Rodd Hill and the Fisgaard Lighthouse. On the way to the lighthouse we had to travel down a long dyke that had this horrible sewage type smell to it. We made it to the lighthouse without incident. But on the way back the sewage smell was overwhelming. We tried to breathe through our mouths but ended up tasting sewage. The result was that Amanda lost her breakfast on the side of the dyke. Dang pregnancy nose!
Little Niagara Falls. Doesn't exactly have the thunderous roar that the word Niagara conjures up...but it'll do. The highlight??? Mom accidentally dropped her camera into the waterfall pool and had to fish it back out again.
Dan's hippie bus count: 32. The best one was this pink one that Dan saw repeatedly in Victoria. Please note that westfalia's didn't count in the hippie bus count otherwise we would have been in the hundreds.
Mom dragged us up Mount Douglas and here are the resulting pictures. Kind of looks like Italy would with the houses hanging off the side of the mountainside.
Fort Rodd Hill and the Fisgaard Lighthouse. On the way to the lighthouse we had to travel down a long dyke that had this horrible sewage type smell to it. We made it to the lighthouse without incident. But on the way back the sewage smell was overwhelming. We tried to breathe through our mouths but ended up tasting sewage. The result was that Amanda lost her breakfast on the side of the dyke. Dang pregnancy nose!
Little Niagara Falls. Doesn't exactly have the thunderous roar that the word Niagara conjures up...but it'll do. The highlight??? Mom accidentally dropped her camera into the waterfall pool and had to fish it back out again. 
Dan's hippie bus count: 32. The best one was this pink one that Dan saw repeatedly in Victoria. Please note that westfalia's didn't count in the hippie bus count otherwise we would have been in the hundreds.
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