One day in February, my dad and I flew out to the other side of the country so that he could bring back a truck that had belonged to Grandma and Grandpa. They weren’t using it anymore, so we were going to find ways to use it over here instead. My job was to look at the maps. We were originally going drive back through the States, but after we heard that three tornadoes were going to be in the area we had planned to stay in, we decided against that. After wrapping up all the furnature we were taking back as well, we decided we didn’t want to be put in a position where we might have to unwrap anything at a border crossing. So, we changed plans. At 2:00am, we left Summerland, British Columbia, and made it all the way to Swift Current. The second time in my life that it wasn’t the original plan to be there. We knew of a Chinese restaurant along the main drag there. We decided to eat there. It was just then that my legs decided to not work. Dad kept walking ahead of me, getting smaller and smaller. I knew I would catch up eventually, since everything in town was in a straight line. I got to the restaurant too, and he was holding the door for me. He wondered “What took you so long?” It must have been all the sitting.
The next day we kept going across and saw the house mom grew up in. I had to buy new sunglasses in Manitoba because mine broke. It was my first time ever in Manitoba, and marked my 10th province. I have never been to any of the territories.
The praries are flat for a long time.
Saw a wolf in Kenora, Ontario. It took us two days to drive across that.
Quebec was shorter.
When we got to New Brunswick we finally caught up to the snow storm that we had apparrently been chaseing the whole time. Who gets 6 days of good weather in a row in the winter anyway?
It was one of the best ways to see the country. Even if a lot of people thought we should have waited until the Summer.