Friday was a commute day. We travelled from Whistler, back to Vancouver, where we caught the evening ferry to Victoria. We broke up the driving time by stopping to take a Gondola ride to the top of Grouse Mountain. Hank LOVED the gondola. While we were buying our tickets, I pointed out the incoming gondola to Hank and explained that we were going to go 'bye-bye in the sky.' Hank was so enthralled by the gondola that he immediately coined it the 'bye-bye bus.' Its the cutest thing ever to hear him say it. He could not stop talking about the 'bye-bye bus.' At the top of the mountain, we visited a wild bear refuge and went to a lumberjack show. That night, as Hank was laying in his crib, he kept whispering over and over 'bye-bye bus.'