Sunday 6:00am……leave house. check, head downtown with relatively little traffic, cozy up to the Lion’s Gate Bridge full of optimism for the day.   Road block.  Suicide has closed the bridge.  Plan B…..drive the long way round to Second Narrows Bridge.  Since we don’t often take that route, it was a lovely hazy drive, a little quiet, how do you get on with your day knowing someone just ended theirs.

We were late setting up due to the side trip and putting things together was a bit more frantic than usual, but even with the rain outside, the loan of a tent top (thanks Joan) kept things relatively dry inside.  And the customers still came.  When it rains that hard and unrelenting, you either laugh or cry.  We laughed a lot.  And I got some knitting done.

On our ride home HWY 99 was turned into a parking lot for half an hour.  It took us a while once we got going to realize that there was a burned out Greyhound bus at the side of the road, lots of foam, several EMS vehicles, an ambulance and firetruck…No injuries.  What the frack?

When we got home we were too tired and wet to unload the car, but there was a great piece of fish I had picked up from the market on Saturday.  Halibut almandine, couscous and quinoa and some grilled mushrooms.  Hoping the rest of the seasons days are less eventful.