Friday, April 15, 2005

Chiliwack is larger than you'd expect.

I have decided that I have another story worth telling.

Last Sunday, Heather, Shelley, and I, after partaking in a truly EPIC feast of the Thai variety (hosted and prepared with help by my new family, the Dickersons), were talking about how to spend the rest of the afternoon. Suddenly, someone (I think Shelley) said, "we could go to Canada..." So that's what we did. We left at about 6:00 pm from Seattle and, having decided to go somewhere less conventional than Vancouver, drove up to the border at Sumas/Abbotsford- we got there at around 7:30 or 8. On that crossing, the patrol on duty was slightly suspicious of our motives, but let us pass unhindered.

Upon crossing the border, we decided to drive the extra 20 minutes to Chiliwack: we found the name exotic and enticing, and expected the town itself to live up to the standards it had set by adopting this title. We were not disappointed. The restaurant we ate at (masquerading as a sports pub) was actually a culinary Mecca, specializing in such delicacies as Yorkshire pudding. To boot (as they might say up there), we dined in an amazing outdoor patio by a gas firepit.

After finding and touring a Canadian store, which, counter to its appearances, assured us that it was not simply a Fred Meyer with slightly raised vowel pronunciation, we prepared to cross the border (at around 10:00) to return Stateside. At this crossing, however, the guards were less easygoing and were incredulous at our claims that we had traveled all the way from Seattle just for dinner on a Sunday night. We proceeded inside, at their urging, and waited while they searched our car and made us fill out customs forms. We were too happy and tired to care, however...

4 comments:

Telephone the Foot said...

God bless America...and Chiliwack.

Kenton Finkbeiner said...

I hear Osoyoos is lovely this time of year.

Moira said...

That was a beautiful story. Although I go to TWU (in Langley, BC), I must admit I've only been out to Chiliwack once and did not have half as good an experience as you.
For future reference, we at Trinity like to call your new found favorite town, "The Wack". :)

Tia said...

I found bubble tea in D.C. for the first time ina year. Yay.