So I took a trip...

Guess who who has two thumbs and went on vacation and is going to blog about it? This guy.

I haven't really taken a vacation, other than camping, for a good long time. It was overdue. Where did I go you ask? Well, I made my way out to the wonderland of the Canadian west coast. What did I find out there you ask?:

Now, I know what you're thinking: the Woolly Mammoth only roams the east coast of Canada. Well, you'd be wrong about that. This was in a museum in Victoria BC. However, that was not the only wonder I was privileged to witness. I was lucky enough to hear a woman educating her friend as to the origin of the native people of Canada.

-"Apparently, according to the tour guide, these people where here before the Americans came and made Canada."-woman at museum-

There are no proper words to describe that statement, so I'll just move forward...or backward as it were, because just prior to the museum I think I discovered my calling in life. I've decided that I'm going to buy a houseboat, aquire an old dog, and grow a beard. Why am I doing this you ask? Because look at these fucking houseboats!:

And there's sea lions! Fucking sea lions! Right by the boat/house! I have since named this little fellow Ike. Ike the sea lion.

The only real problem being (and yes I don't care what you say, there is only one problem with this plan). I imagine these houseboats are rather pricey and I'll probably end up living in something like this:

Or more accurately, here:

...that is if the locals don't throw my ass, and shanty house off the beach.