Although we set off from Terrace without deciding on a name or doing a proper christening, we managed to make it to Prince George without being capsized by a rogue wave. Some of us followed a few hours later after work (real work) in the support vehicle, and Jamie flew in from Austrailia (if anyone was wondering why she isn't as pasty white as the rest of the band). With the whole crew assembled, we decided it was time to have a ceremony. We found a suitable rest stop between PG and Mcbride and, after a few misfires, Mark was able to give the bus a little champagne bath, as well as a hell of a ding in the passenger side fender. The name we all agreed on: 'Happy Adventure'.