Awoke in Prince George, two hours later than usual. A leisurely morning, our ETD a slothful 10AM.

For the first time in six days I turned on a TV, concerned that my upcoming flight to Brussels might be cancelled. The volcano looked intense, like a dragon. Suddenly a string of ads, the last one for ancestry.com:

“You don’t have to know what youre looking for, you just have to start looking.”