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Nine times nine ago I got some time away from work and spent some time in Vancouver. I really like Canada, specifically BC, just because its so beautiful in the summer.

It was really getting on to fall, but I had designs on it being summer for a few more days. Vancouver agreed, so I drove around the lakes and rivers' mouths. The water was navy blue, and I hadn't seen much like it since Nova Scotia weeks before. But my most amazing sights came completely on accident.

I was five for five that day. I'd gotten about half of what I'd positive projected and came to a sensible end (10 completed HCs, 3 1s, 2 2s, the rest 3s) at that point. About ten miles out of the way, since organizers spend most of their street time hopelessly lost, I came to the end of a culdesac and ended up at the bottom of a hill. And that's when I saw, for the first time in my life, the Pacific Ocean in all of its glory. As if that wasn't plenty, I even got the aurora flash, and a wave of emerald green swept over my car, leaving me seeing seafoam for five seconds. Truly magnificent end to a day, I thought, and I went to my hotel sleepy and happy to be alive.