Happy Spring from Vancouver Island and our tiny house!
We haven’t updated in quite some time, but we haven’t forgotten our blog. What might you be interested in reading about?
Tuesday, Oct. 1, 2013, 6:00pm:
“It’s supposed to snow up on the Coquihalla tonight.”
Great, we’re planning on moving early tomorrow morning… “What about the Hope-Princeton?”
“Hard to say, 50/50 chance.”
Hmmm. Don’t want our trip to end up like this:
“Well, let’s check the weather in the morning…”
We set our alarm clocks to 3am and crawled into bed with a nervousness lingering in our stomachs.
“I think I slept. How’d you sleep?”
“Yeah, let’s check the weather.”
“Looks like snow up on the Coq… but Hope-Princeton looks free!”
Hope-Princeton it was, the name not inspiring as much confidence as I would have preferred.
Thus was our state of being as we prepared to move our ‘tiny’ house to Vancouver Island. Though by comparison to ‘normal’ houses, our house is truly miniscule. However, that comparison doesn’t really come into my head when we’re moving. During those times, our house seems gigantic.
“Hopefully they let us on the ferry!”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. We’ll cross that bridge, or sea I suppose, when we get there.”
“How tall is that?” asked the ticket lady.
“4.1 meters exactly.” I responded, trying to sound nonchalant. They probably see things like these all the time…
“Oh,” I say surprised, being as it that we’re in Canada, “13 and a half feet.”
“Alright, that’ll be $221.”
BC Ferries got rid of their over-height charges a few years ago, but they still charge length per foot beyond 20′. We were 43.5′ with the truck. I’m glad we didn’t get a longer trailer.
“Whoa there! How tall is that?” shouted the concerned looking boarding lady just before we embark.
“She’s not going to let us on!” I think to myself. “It’s 13 and a half feet!” I respond, making sure to translate to imperial this time.
“Ok, carry on!”
On the ferry, we sneak into the house and eat a hurried packed lunch. Not hurried because we were in a rush, it takes an hour and a half to get from Tswassen to Swartz Bay after all, but hurried because of all the adrenaline rushing through our blood.
“You sure we’ve got room up there?” I yell, trying to be heard over the roaring of the diesel engine.
“Just keep to the left! Now right! Okay, stop!”
We may have taken down some branches, almost got stuck in a hay field, backed our house over some blackberry bushes, gotten drenched by the rain and lost our voices trying to compete with the truck… but we were here! Home sweet home. A good introduction to the landlords I’m sure.
“I’m really sorry about those branches… and the field…” I say sheepishly. Luckily our new landlords are quite amiable and forgiving.
So here we are! We made it without incident (until we got to the property that is) and are now settled in. We’re big fans of Victoria so far!
Thank you for all those who helped us find a place out here, we were overwhelmed at the amount of emails we got suggesting friends, former landlords, and family who live out here. Much appreciated!
And, of course, a huge thanks to my dad for helping us move yet again! I feel like we need to give your truck a name after all the adventures we’ve been on.
Here are some pictures of the trip, for those of you visually inclined:
We left the rainy Okanagan for the sunny West Coast!
“It’s snowing!” Jesse snapped a picture before focusing on driving…
Close to Hope
In line for the ferry.
In the belly of the beast
Same house, new location!
Just a quick update about our move scenario! We are going to head to Vancouver Island Wednesday of next week sans tiny house to scout out a few location possibilities. Then, provided we come up with a good fit, will move our little beast over come mid-September. Wish us luck!
p.s. If anybody has any last minute possibilities, let us know and maybe we can check it out while we’re out there! Thanks!
After a few rainy (and cold) days and a few busy days at work, we got back to our tiny house today! Our sheep’s wool arrived on Tuesday and if it wasn’t for the dust, Jesse would have jumped right in the boxes, it looked so soft.
Today we woke up to a bright and clear morning, but when we looked at the tarp there were little sheets of ice on it! It must have been a cold night. Oh Alberta…
Putting in the wool was a slow-going process as we had to fluff out the wool as we put it in, but it’s in there now along with the plywood on top. We had a lot of help from Julianne who came down to help us fluff and stuff wool. Thanks so much! Also, our neighbour Jeff helped out a bunch by letting us use his table saw and helping me cut the plywood to fit. It’s definitely nice to get helping hands.
Well, here are some pictures of our progress. There’s more up on Facebook if you’d like to see them but you’d have to add me as a friend first.