Thursday, March 06, 2008

Six to eight hours a day stuck in a vehicle driving for four consecutive days. If I had chosen a different direction I could like be somewhere in central America right now, but as it stands I'm in Sault Ste. Marie Ontario, and pretty close to the halfway point of my great Eastern migration.
The prairies were a breeze. Two and a half provinces in less than two days. Flat land, great weather, and four lane divided highways with 110 km/hr limits, just set the cruise control and wake up every half hour to make sure I'm on the road. Those are a luxury I am starting to miss.
Due to me special lady's bun in the oven, we have elected make this trip north on the 49th parallel where medical expenses are covered should the unexpected arrive. This means I have spent the last two days bushwacking through the rock, snow, and taiga of the great Canadian shield. The trans Canada running through this region is a twisting, hilly, two lane highway with a 90km/hr limit and infrequent (although regular) third lanes to pass. Combine that with the fact that Western Ontario area has been God's snowpile for the past week and motorists that seem to have no regard for others' safety (or even their own) means that I've had quite the ride so far.
It hasn't all been hair raising, most of the time it's just incredibly boring. Chelsea has her video games, books, PC, and giant pillow to nap on. All I have is predominate control of the stereo, an odometer, and my thoughts. To be honest, I pretty much had this entire post in my head from the hour and change that Chelsea slept and I had no company or music. I just continued doing the same thing I had done since the start of the trip: Watching for the TCH signs that say "East" and knowing that each one I pass brings me closer to home.