Originally we were led to believe on driving off the ferry at Vancouver Island, the hotel in Ucluelet was but an hour away.
It wasn’t an hour, it was two and a half hours away but on the way, just as we were all becoming a tad despondent look who came out to lift our spirits… Mama Bear! Isn’t she glorious?
Now THAT is one heck of a welcoming committee, wouldn’t you say?! Plus her presence was just enough to rekindle our excitement about our road-trip and get us over the finishing line.
So much so in-fact that once we’d checked into our hotel at Ucluelet we headed off for a take-out dinner only to stay for a fabulous meal in a lovely little restaurant. As Master Thirteen has said since he was six years of age… good times, good times!