Expectations

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My family moved from Calgary to Vancouver when I was 8 years old. I was told, by what I considered a very reliable source, that we were going to drive through the mountains.

Now, I was only a child, but I knew what mountains looked like. Mountains were gigantic mounds of rock reaching up into the clouds. They would be huge and imposing and very very impressive.

Ahuva arrived in town yesterday (yay!). She has been describing the upcoming trip to people as fire/Rockies/prairie/lakes/cities/ocean.

With any luck we should be leaving town tomorrow. To meet her expectations of this journey, I may be able to supply hints of fire – most of the Province has wild fires burning at this moment. In fact, you can’t see our local mountains because of the smoke blowing out of the interior.

The mountains will be more problematic. Eight year old me looked really hard for that entire trip and all she saw were trees. Thousands and thousands of trees. I feel that disappointment to this day.

I am absolutely certain, though, that the prairies will be there. 🙂

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The Journey Begins

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I’m moving. I’m leaving the West Coast of Canada and heading east to a small island in the Bay of Fundy.

I intend to use this blog as a way to document my new life, but first I have to get there.

The dark cherry beauty in that top photo is Molly. She is going to transport my 14 year old dog, 2 really pissed off cats, and myself across approx. 5,600 kilometres (around 3,400 miles) of this great country.

Oh and Ahuva – she’s bringing my friend Ahuva with us (and what seems to be a rapidly growing list of shoes and other items the woman considers necessary).  Ahuva is also publishing a diary of this adventure – we may not always see things in the same way. In the interest of fairness you should read her blog as well.

So far I’ve learned that most of her friends and family are convinced that either I’m an ax murderer or that she’s going to be kidnapped by bandits in the desert. I think they’ve watched Romancing the Stone once too often.

We should be heading out in a few days – I’m still packing and trashing and cleaning up 20 years of existence in my current location. The dog is bewildered and the cats … well the cats don’t like change. They’re already mad at me. Wait til I put them in the back of Molly.

Oh yes – I’ll decorate this blog with photos of the island – once I get there and take some. Wish us luck!

 

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