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It's Geohashing Day and time to mount an extra-special extravaganza of an expedition.

Location

In a clearing on Salt Spring Island, a mere 200m from a nice paved road, fairly close to an abandoned building foundation. Only lightly protected by bushes, brambles, barbed wire and a solid-looking gate. Not a single "No trespassing" signs in sight.

Planning

After a week of anticipation and almost an hour of discussion in IRC chat, the final schedule for Vancouver's Geohashing Day celebration was set at 07:25.

Coordinates in the Vancouver 49,-123 graticule were in the northern mountains and beyond our group's current capability for a one-day trip, but there was an accessible-seeming point one graticule south in Victoria. Unfortunately, the ferry we had to take to get to that point at a reasonable time was on the other side of a tunnel, and too far away for everyone to reach in time by bicycle. So the Vancouver graticule decided to do something strange and unusual for Geohashing Day. We would travel a distance of less than 100 km, by car'.

Salt Spring Island has three ferry terminals (Long Harbour, Fulford Harbour and Vesuvius Bay), for ferries all going to different places, two of which were useful for getting back to Vancouver. In order to have a back up plan we couldn't leave the car at Tsawwassen, or it would be stranded there. So Rhonda would drive.

The schedule

Rhonda will pick up known participants. Surprise guests are welcome to meet us at the ferry.
10:10 Ferry from Tsawwassen to Long Harbour, Salt Spring [1]
13:10 Ferry arrives in Long Harbour
13:30 arrive at hashpoint
Zany festivities? Cake? Board games?
14:45 pack up
15:25 Ferry from Long Harbour to Tsawwassen departs [2]

Backup plan

17:50 Ferry from Fulford Harbour to Swartz Bay [3]
19:00 Ferry from Swartz Bay to Tsawwassen

Participants

Rhonda driving the vehicle
Robyn in a catwoman costume.
Elbie in formal attire
Xore in an XKCD t-shirt
Wade in formal attire

Expedition

Rhonda

Xore

Elbie

Robyn & Wade

Robyn was up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when the alarm went off at 6:17, She was online chatting and planning as soon as the coordinates were revealed.

Wade was up, dim-eyed and droopy-tailed around 7:00. He made breakfast for Robyn and himself, then checked the hash location. He accidentally clicked on the Port Alberni graticule when aiming for Vancouver, and saw the meetup point was a nice and accessible point in the middle of a street in Powell River. Powell River is two ferry rides up the Sunshine coast from Vancouver, which can be a challenge, but he could hear Robyn muttering about ferry schedules, so he felt everything was under control. He wandered back to shower and shave. Eventually Robyn said that the ferry schedule would not work with bicycles, so there would be a car in use. Wade then decided to dress for a formal geohash, since the Powell River location was so easy to access.

Meanwhile, Robyn continued to plan online with Rhonda, Xore and Elbie, taking a break only to create a new "XKCD" geohashing flag. The plan was finalized. She told Wade we were to be picked up at the nearby gas station at (or shortly after) exactly 8:45, and she matched Wade's formal suit with her Catwoman costume. The walk to the gas station was uneventful, although a lot of people stared at the "Man in black / Cat woman" couple. Wade was waiting for an accident, but fortunately none occurred (although it would have been amusing, it probably would have thrown us off our schedule). After only a few minutes waiting at the gas station, Rhonda's heroic Volvo arrived, complete with Rhonda, Xore and Elbie.

A Three Hour Trip

With everyone in the vehicle, we continued to the ferry terminal. Traffic started out bad on Knight Street (which is pretty good, since at this time of day one would expect it to be terrible), and only got better as we approached the ferry terminal. Monday was a holiday so perhaps many workers may have taken the whole week off, and most people have got to work by nine am, anyway. We rolled through the ferry tollbooth (stopping to pay an exorbitant amount to get all of us on the boat) and were in the waiting lane with almost an hour remaining before sailing.

We took a round of "before" photographs, and then Wade and Elbie went in search of caffeinated beverages, while the rest stood around enjoying the sunshine and marvelling at the acoustical engineering that produced the periodic and wholly unintelligible announcements over the public address system. Rhonda claims she heard the words 'Salt Spring' in one, but it may have been a retroactive interpretation due to the fact that shortly afterwards vehicles ahead of us started to move. Wade and Elbie were nowhere to be seen, and certainly couldn't be expected to respond to the 'announcement'. Rhonda pulled to the side and allowed other vehicles to pass us, while Xore went in search of the missing geohashers. They reappeared, sauntering across the parking lot, but, thanks to the caffeine injections, hurried when the situation became clear.

Wade failed to notice that none of the garbled announcements sounded like "Powell River" or "Sunshine Coast". This is not surprising, since none of the garbled announcements even sounded like English.

We were the second-to-last car loaded on the top deck for Salt Spring. The lower decks were reserved for passengers to other islands. Ours was to be the last stop. This was not to be a short ferry ride, but this is Geohashing Day. Sacrifices must be made. Once were were comfortably on the ferry to Salt Spring Island, and it was clear that this was going to be the only ferry trip to our destination, Wade realized that Powell River was not going to be on the agenda for today. He thought, "I wonder how accessible this meet-up will be? At least I'm not the only one in formal attire, so if it involves brambles and thorns, there will be two of us with ruined suits."

On the passenger deck we staked out a section with our xkcd flag and the fearsome T-Rex and then got down to the real business of geohashing. Games. Given a choice among Citadels, Chrononauts, something else this chronicler doesn't remember, and Killer Bunnies and the Quest for the Magic Carrot, we chose the one with the silliest name. At first it seemed quite daunting with as many as a dozen different kinds of cards, a whole bag of 12-sided dice, and card plays that had to be plotted two moves ahead, but when we figured out that the goal was really more about wreaking random mayhem with everything from maggots to cosmic cheeseballs and sharks with FLBs, we didn't worry too seriously about our bunnies. The game, including a short break for lunch, lasted the entire trip. Wade almost won the game with his pirate carrot, but at the last moment we realized that his only surviving bunny was a holographic projection so the win passed to someone else, probably Xore. He had a lot of carrots, and despite an Ebola epidemic and some very heavily armed adversaries, had a living bunny to receive the prize.

We returned to the vehicle deck to embark on the next stage of the expedition.