US 2 West and Small Town USA

We woke before 6 this morning, likely due to gaining an hour driving from the Maritimes to Maine. It was chilly in the trailer overnight (14 celsius) but as Connie says, it’s the perfect temperature for sleeping. Funny how things change. When we were young, Connie was always cold at night and I warm. IContinue reading “US 2 West and Small Town USA”

I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye

Goodbye doesn’t mean foreverLet me tell you goodbye doesn’t meanWe’ll never be together againIf you wake up and I’m not there, I won’t be long awayDavid Gates It’s hard to believe the summer is nearing an end. We’ve been away from our home in West Kelowna since June 26 and likely won’t be back untilContinue reading “I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye”

Sturgeon Falls to Quebec City

We slept late Tuesday. Our drive from Sturgeon Falls to Pembroke was short, so there was no need to get on the road too early. After breakfast we packed up and were driving by 9am. After a short stop for groceries at Sobeys in North Bay, we took our time enjoying (or enduring, depending onContinue reading “Sturgeon Falls to Quebec City”

Canada’s national bird should have been the Peregrine Falcon

The road from Thunder Bay to Sault Ste Marie is…well…rather boring. At least I find it that way. Kilometres and kilometres of similar terrain and scenery (rocks and trees mostly). While signs are posted to remind you that services are limited, we had little issue fuelling up despite our less than optimal gas mileage. WeContinue reading “Canada’s national bird should have been the Peregrine Falcon”

We may never pass this way again

LifeSo they sayIs but a game and they’d let it slip awayLoveLike the autumn sunShould be dyin’But it’s only just begunSeals & Crofts 1973 We had a restful sleep, woke early and broke the fast after a fresh cup of coffee. After a brief stop at the Flying J to refuel and empty the saniContinue reading “We may never pass this way again”

Things aren’t always as they seem, skim milk sometimes masquerades as cream

We reserved a spot to spend the night on the grounds of the Western Development Museum, which is also Harvest Hosts location. As we were about to retire for the night, a couple of guys arrived in an orange car (that I diagnosed as needing a valve job) and parked on the grounds. They wereContinue reading “Things aren’t always as they seem, skim milk sometimes masquerades as cream”

The Road Less Travelled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for thatContinue reading “The Road Less Travelled”