Dear Sir / Madam,

I write this blog post to inform you of the activities Brianna and Dan have been engaged in over the past several weeks. Please find attached photos and commentary that document their last weeks in Vancouver and voyage back to Utah.

Sincerely,

Brianna and Dan

L to R: Brianna's pumpkin, Daniel's pumpkin

This used to be a three story building next to the building where Daniel was working. He got a few days off work because it burned down. One guy had has his office in there for forty years. Sad.

L to R: Daniel, Brianna

Granville Island - Markets, food, buskers

World's best nursery leader.

In Seattle with the Space Needle.

Pike's Place Market

World's first Starbucks.

We found some Aggiano cheese in Seattle. Made at the dairy in Logan, Utah.

Took our first trip on a Greyhound bus. Left Seattle at 8:40pm and arrived in Utah around 5pm the next day. Fellow passengers included a guy who just got out of prison and was trying to sort things out with his PO (parole officer) on this side of the country so he could go back to his family in Minnesota. 

Also a man who'd grown up LDS but had been inactive and was wanting to come back. He and his wife (also on the bus) had done door-to-door sales in just about every state in the US. He was in an accident several months before  and was probably going to get 500K-1 million in compensation. 

Also a young mother with a baby who seemed to need a lot of attention.

Also a truck driver who'd blacked out and whose company was busing him to see a doctor. He seemed to feel a little weird about riding on the Greyhound instead of a truck.

Also some young Latin American guys.

Also a bus driver for the last leg of the trip who was from the UK and knew a lot about the history of the area we were driving through. It wasn't part of his job but it seemed that he liked to make the journey more interesting for us by sharing what he'd learned about the railroad, rivers that were significant to the pioneers but now dried up, and companies that built space shuttle rockets.

Fear the beard (it's actually gone now).