We had been watching the opening ceremony in Robson Square and at the end the big screen showed Hudson Bay Company and a building wrapped with the flag and about a hundred thousand people realized the torch was one street over and heading our way fast. In a heartbeat I was running down Georgia Ave towards the waterfront cauldron. Jenelle and Nancy were behind, taking pictures and all in awe of a mighty fireworks display, The Great One, and the Olympic movement.

Nancy - Jenelle's roommate at State - played host and tour guide. Our Olympic experience didn't include any competitions but that was OK; we watched everywhere we went and instead took in the squares, houses, pavilions, sites, (and sights), sounds, tastes, and smells of Vancouver2010. There was poutine and the RCMP Musical Ride, a walk through Nancy's UBC campus, lunch on Granville Island, and thorough exploration of downtown Vancouver. When all was said and done it was a great long weekend that included more action than we could have hoped.

There had been much concern that we'd never make it to Vancouver thanks to 22 inches of the heaviest snow known to man that fell Wednesday, closing the state of PA to everyone who didn't possess a Subaru and some winter driving experience. If the temperature had fallen 10 degrees it might have snowed a fathom, but instead Jenelle got two snow days, I got almost three snow hours, we shoveled the white sludge, and left for points west.