I’m being silly. But, isn’t that what this is about? Sometimes, anyway. Actually, as most of you know, a road trip provides much time for thinking, contemplation (same thing), assessing, life evaluation, goals, dreams, and where the next gas up and pee stop is, and should I get bad coffee or hang in for a designer coffee.
The obvious answer. No designer coffee. Stop anywhere. Add the almond milk I smartly brought along in my plug in cooler, and it doesn’t taste that bad. So I tell myself. It’s caffeine for those dozy moments and that’s all that counts.
But, I digress. Sorry.
Day seven was a lot like day eight, today. Trees, twisting roads, A LOT of transfer trucks, feeling like a big little car, blue skies, trees, and lakes. Quite beautiful.
I realized that this is a mostly man world with the volume of road workers, miners, truckers, loggers, and a few wives. Thankfully, some guys I found were willing to be silly and I had some fun. And, today I learned about Winnie the Pooh from one. (did you know he originated from Canada??!!)

Today, Day 8, I learned that those short spontaneous buffoonery moments help to keep me going. They charge me. So I thank everyone who is willing to play and push me to my next goal.


I made it to Sault Ste. Marie and am having an emotional reunion with my dear friend from grade 5, Elaine and her guy, Ron. What a welcome, and what a night. We are sharing many memories. We celebrate our August birthdays together and toast her late sister who passed today, twelve years ago.
Yesterday, and most of today I didn’t have cell service nor wifi and it was the first day I didn’t talk with Dad and share my trip with him. Tonight he is not well and I am worried. He’s an important part of my trip.
Tomorrow I will tiptoe into the States so as to make my journey to London and Hamilton slightly easier. I guess I better finish off my Okanagan cherries.
Keep buckled up and find that silly moment.
