I thought, since I am in an environment for the first time in almost two weeks, that has an actual, man made, solid and dry, carpet under my bare feet and the joys and wonders that are wireless internet, that I’d drop a little line and let you know what I’ve been up to.
I’m about half way through a trip that has taken me across nearly 6 000 kilometers of road; good and bad, wet and dry, paved and dirt. Alas for you, foodie fanciers, the heights of this adventure have been more mountainous than culinary and the only whole-wheat I’ve seen has been sown in the prairies, not the bread basket. My meals have come mostly out of a can or a box and my kitchen has consisted of a small propane stove, two bashed up little pots, a bucket and a wooden spoon. But people! I’ve been taking photographs! In keeping things as low to the ground as possible I’ve been using all my old film format camera’s, and so I’ve nothing to report but some snaps from the roadside. For the rest, you’ll have to wait a good, old fashioned amount of time. Oh my, the places I’ve been the adventures I’ve had and there’s still an entire Canadian continent to cross. This is a turning point, you see. I awake in Prince Rupert this morning, in northern BC, and it’s here that I turn my minivan-cum-home around, point east again and head back to my beloved, my endearing and enduring, my magnificent Mr P.