Road Trip from Vancouver to Toronto: Part One
Vancouver to Calgary
I woke up at 4:30 in the morning the day we left.
I breathed in the fresh B.C air, did some stretches, drank some coffee, and welcomed my gypsy life once again.
With a car full of winter clothes and kitchen equipment, it was time for John and I to hit the open road.
We had been debating whether to move to Toronto for months.
But when John got the phone call saying he got the job, the countdown began. We realized we had one week to pack up all of our belongings and hit the road. It was the only time we could do it.
And we did. It seemed crazy at first. My last week at work I was wrapping up as much as I could while packing up boxes, searching for a new apartment, planning farewell feasts and wrapping my head around a new life.
A new life with someone I love? Even better. No matter where we go it will be home.
We hit the road first thing Saturday morning with tired, wide eyes, our hearts as open as the sky.
We drove through the lush greenery of British Columbia and made our way into the Rockies, standing over us like giants, and blinked our eyes while sipping back gas station coffee.
We stopped at Lake Louise for a bite to eat and another feast for our eyes. The bright, turquoise colored lake was as beautiful as I remembered from a class trip when I was around thirteen. It still stood there like the background to a movie set, flawless, bright, and picture perfect.
We arrived late in Calgary and met John’s sister and husband for dinner, drank plenty of wine, and I fell asleep before everyone after a mosquito attack outside the hotel.
The next day we woke up, stretched our tired bodies and hit the road to Saskatchewan.
Stay tuned for Part Two, and tales of ghost towns and never ending skies…
Lake Louise
Taking a toe dip
A little too chilly to go in
I spent the next hour in the car suffering from an allergic reaction to this flower sniffing
We made it to Calgary thanks to my new best friend Suzy (aka our newly bought GPS)
Calgary
