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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
It’s in my bones, travelling. I was three weeks old my Dad took me on my first airplane trip in his Piper Cherokee 180, going from Saskatoon to Calgary for Christmas. My family always travelled by car or small airplane; my Dad has his pilot’s license… cheaper than commercial flying a family of 6 anywhere. And every summer we drove to my parents’ cabin (aka “cottage”) on Georgian Bay (Lake Huron), from St. Louis, Missouri to Pointe au Baril, Ontario – a drive that took 18-24h and tested the family ties of our 6 human + 1 pet family in a packed-to-the-gills station wagon - wood paneling and virgin vinyl steering wheel cover and everything, from chainsaw to cat. I am no stranger to road trips or the twisted tales that go along with them!
There is nothing – NOTHING – like being out on the road. Even back then I LOVED being on the road (which I now consider “training”), loving the ride even if it was to `go nowhere’ with my friends – especially if it was to ‘go nowhere’ with my friends.
“Let’s go to Chicago,” my best friend from high school says.
“Let’s go to Chicago. We keep talking about it. It’s 2am, Tom and Dave [boyfriends] are wasted, the keg is dry - we are sober, and I don’t have to work until 1pm tomorrow.”
“You do realize who you’re talking to.” [Note: don’t dare me to do anything]
“Yeah. So… what do we do?”
“We go to my house, throw a bag in. Then we go to your house, throw a bag in and we’re off, ya?”
And that was a late night in St. Louis when I was 18...
When I moved to Toronto at 19, there was a whole new set of roads to discover: Ontario! Which funny enough, is Ontario’s slogan: “Yours to Discover!” And boy did we. Homecoming at Queens University, ski & cottage trips to Blue Mountain, overnight trips to Montreal, Oktoberfest in Kitchener/Waterloo, trips all over Southern Ontario coaching swimming, camp trips across from Georgian Bay to Muskoka and back again, mini-trips to Canada’s Wonderland (great for a rollercoaster junkie like me) and Ontario Place and that super-arcade I can’t remember the name of but we went singing (screaming?) AC/DC at the top of our lungs on a big yellow schoolbus... and of course the now much shorter 3h trips to & from the cottage on Georgian Bay. I even remember driving from Toronto to the cottage (3h) and out to Kingston (5h) and back to Toronto (3h) in one day because my brother left his laptop outside on the island in the wheelbarrow at the cottage (don’t worry, he’s learned his lesson ;) Ya, I love my brother that much – but I think the idea of being on the road all day is what drove me to do it (pun intended). Canadians are known to do crazy things (especially in the snow, especially in the wilderness - see pictures below) from a very young age!
I was adopted as a baby, and reunited with my maternal birth family when I was 22. I visited BC for the first time since I was 6, reuniting with them in Powell River, BC. You can bet I took lots of pictures! The weird thing? I took more pictures of the trees, the ocean, the mountains, the wildlife, and all the wonderful things that make it ‘Super, Natural British Columbia’ than I did of my birth family! I made up for that since then, and gave my Grandpa an updated picture – he’d had my baby picture in his wallet since my birth. I will always remember walking with my friend Jacob down to Willingdon Beach, tossing stones in the water off the dock, and being captivated by the biolumiescent water.
With all the adventure British Columbia has to offer, it doesn't surprise me at all that I ended up putting down roots here (something many people thought I'd never do!). In fact, two of three of my siblings now live in the Pacific Northwest and my parents just bought their retirement home out here as well.
Now play this Canadian classic!
When I was in my early 20s, my best friend & I used to go down to this club in Toronto called The Phoenix on Psychadelic Mondays (after listening to Andy Frost’s Psychadelic Psunday on Q107 all day the day before ;). One of my absolute favourite songs was ‘Life if a Highway’ by Tom Cochrane, and I used to dance my ass off to that song, jumping up & down with the rest of the crowd – and I think even tho I’m 5’3” I jumped the highest!
The reason I jumped so high was because that song embodies the spirit of being on the road, feeling that absolute freedom and electric excitement of heading somewhere… even if it was nowhere! Funny enough, (since the movie ‘Cars’ is one of his favourite movies) I caught my then 5-year old son one day, singing at the top of his lungs, "Life is a hiiiiiigh-way, I wan-na riiiide it all, night, long! If you're going myyyy way, I wan-na driiive it, all, night, long!"
And we've never looked back.
Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.
If you’re ever out on a trip with me, remember to ask me about being in the middle of Michigan in the darkest of dark half-moon nights, being questioned about a body at the side of the road with an axe up against the side of the car… [Disclaimer: no one was injured or killed in the playout of this twisted tale!]
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