Ahem. Yesterday Kate, Simon and I begin the second leg of our Cross-Canada Adventure: for those who don’t know, last summer I decided (for better or worse) my kids (and I) needed to drive across the country on the Trans-Canada. I decided they (we) needed it to be Canadian. I decided they (we) needed it to be a better family. I decided they (we) needed it because the only way to really see the world is to get out and take a look, and it’s a lot easier to do that in a car then it is in a plane. They decided driving across the country is long and boring. I won the argument, but they haven’t changed their minds.
Heading east last July we spent a few days in Quebec with a final destination of Aspotogan along the Lighthouse Route of Nova Scotia’s South Shore. For those who live in (or love) Newfoundland and the rest of the Maritimes, you will insist this we haven’t finished going east, but certainly this is a good first step.
The Reader’s Digest version, for my sanity and yours:
There were matching hats and holding hands.
Dancing through walkways,
and whatever this is.
There was a beach house,
with unobstructed views
and rocks we could only see when the tide went out.
We waited for waves in the coldest water
that normally fussy children forgot to complain about.
We threw sand,
walked on rocks carved by receding glaciers
and saw tall ships in the city.
We discovered that barn swings are more fun than park swings,
but couldn’t find any sand dollars at Sand Dollar Beach.
That didn’t seem to matter though,
It was perfect.
Yesterday we arrived in Calgary, on a plane, but we weren’t trying to see anything we flew over (this time). From here we drive west until we hit the ocean. Just like last year.