After getting back from the nearly two months on the road, I had a lot of unwinding to do. It's been about a month since my last post. Funny because I do enjoy posting on here. The trick is, I gotta just force myself to sit down and do it. As well as concentrate, and hope the crappy internet connection here cooperates. Besides that, sometimes you need a vacation from the vacation. Honestly, I'm not sure how sitting for so many hours in a vehicle can be so draining, but it can be. Maybe it was the pace of things, I would have liked to go at a slower pace. But with people wanting to see things, as well as with two dogs in tow, I didn't have much say at times.
This was probably the second or even third day on the road, we hadn't made it that far. Ontario is an incredibly huge Province, in the incredibly huge country of Canada. Geographically speaking you could fit 3 Polands into Ontario, it's about the 1/3 the size of India. Needless to say, it takes a long time to drive through. I have yet to drive Coast to Coast in Canada but every time I've driven from Ontario out West or back it always seems like Ontario is by far the biggest, understandably so. The other provinces seem to fly by quickly by comparison during those road trips. As I'm writing this, I do have a certain nostalgia for the road, especially the Kootenays in BC. I remember leaving that place, and feeling like why do we have to go? Why am I going? But I know that I had stuff to do, things to take care of where I am.
Shortly after hitting the road, we came by this dead moose. It would be the first of two dead moose we would run across. This one was in relatively good condition - nevermind it's eyes were completely devoured by flies. The second moose smelled so bad it was almost impossible to get close. My dad is a little bit crazy and regardless of my moms protests, he pulled right over and got out with a knife. He took a slice out of the moose's back leg and gave some of the meat to the dogs. My mom was not very impressed, he said that he wanted the dogs to have some 'wild meat.' It was pretty wild indeed. Thankfully he didn't try that with the second, much more smelly moose. I think if my mom wasn't protesting so much, he would have tried to take some more meat, possibly even for us.
Shortly after the moose encounter, we pulled over for a break and that's when I fell off my bike and hit my head pretty bad. I consider myself lucky it wasn't worse. We also hit a section of the Trans Canada highway that was completely flooded, nearby to Kenora which is close to the Ontario/Manitoba border. As soon as we crossed the border into Manitoba, we filled up on gas and the locals were very friendly. However, it was late and we called it a day. I tried some lightpainting there with some heavy machinery but it wasn't really working out too well, I was tired and layed down to sleep, ready for the next day of driving. The next day we would pass through Winnipeg, which somehow always gives me a bit of a forlorn feeling.
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