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The move from Vancouver took place a couple of weeks ago, as scheduled, on the 17th. It took a complete day to load the 26-foot U-Haul truck (see slide show above). We were bushed, but very thankful to have Grandma and Grandpa Pilley there to look after the Oop, while Rachel and Scott were busy loading boxes, bikes, tools and STUFF.
The next morning, we hit the road early. The fully laden truck had a slow time of it, making it over the Canadian Rockies and we were slowed to 15 km/hr on some of the steeper grades (seems like we could have just jogged faster)! Still, it was way better than hauling each box by hand! The truck sucked some fuel too -- about $600-worth to get our STUFF to Edmonton. We got a hotel in Valemont (just shy of Jasper National Park).
The cat (who had spent the balance of the first day's drive hiding under the passenger seat), was relieved to be out of the truck. He immediately sniffed around the room and promptly sat in the middle of the bed (I guess he thought he deserved to have the king-sized bed after being cramped under the bench seat all day). Alex slept a good part of the way, but she too, was happy to be out of her cramped car seat. I think we were all happy to be out of the cab, even if it was just overnight.
The next day we drove through Jasper National Park (we saw a bear, a big-horned sheep, some elk and a few deer on our drive through). We figure that Edmonton can't be all that bad if the best way to get there from Vancouver is to drive through Jasper National Park! We pulled up to our new home early in the afternoon and began unloading. We did half and then left the other half till morning. The goal was to get a bed up so we would have somewhere to sleep for the night. Whew ... we were "home".
The next few days were hectic, as we found ourselves deep in boxes, packing paper and trying to find a home for all of our personal possessions.
Two weeks later, we're beginning to have a semblance of a "home". Computers are up and running again. Rachel has an "office" area downstairs, where it is nice and quiet, where she can study and also work on crafts. (She has not one, but TWO desks - Scott is jealous). He has an office too, on the main floor, where he can better look after the Oop while Rachel is in school. The kitchen is functional. Bedrooms are still a mess, with boxes of clothes stacked on top of one another. The Oops room is pretty organized, but her dresser drawers need some handy-man attention, so her assortment of clothes are stacked on make-shift cabinet of cardboard boxes. (She doesn't care). She's just happy to be out of the truck and in a house with lots and lots of carpeting (softer on the knees).
We love the neighborhood. We've now met our immediate neighbors. Fortunately, the neighbors to our south - Wayne and Diane - were willing to look after Alex while we unloaded the truck that first day. THAT was a huge help, allowing us to concentrate on getting the couch and bed into the house. She even brought over some dinner for us that first night, because of course, we had no food, dishes or silverware. What GREAT people!
The first Sunday we were here, we took the day off and went for a cycle ride along the North Saskatchewan river parkway. It was a pleasant outing and we took a picnic lunch. We followed something like14 miles of dedicated bike paths during the 20-mile ride, opting to following city streets back, getting a flavor for the east-side.
We still have much to do before we're "settled", but the major things have been done and now we can relax some, tackling them in smaller chunks (rather than non-stop all-day for 10 hours).
Tuxedo loves his new back yard. He's found a place in the flower garden off by the back door, nestled in tall Irises that just finished blooming. He'll sit in the middle of the grass, lounging in the sun or poking around Anna's backyard (our neighbor to the north, who is pet-less and has wonderful gardens in her backyard). We think he likes Edmonton a lot, but we haven't yet told him about the cold winters. No doubt he'll survive by finding himself a warm lap to sit on.