In Which Ryan Goes to Canada

I am happy to report that on the first day of my excursion to the Pacific Northwest and British Columbia, nothing terribly frustrating or even particularly annoying happened en route. I flew out of New York’s nightmarishly bad LaGuardia airport (even that was pretty “ho-hum”) and into Seattle; from there, I rented a car (I impulsively upgraded from a boring Chevy Cavalier to a Subaru Outback for, like, a bazillion dollars more) and drove to Vancouver, British Columbia.