Halifax

Here I am in Halifax. The trip was long, yet rather short, looking at it from the perspective of what needs to get done now that I am here. I guess its the homily of life that I should enjoy the journey, because once I arrive, there is a lot more work that needs to get done.

So basically Tracey and I loaded up my uhual trailer rental; which incidentally, they upgraded for free(!) because they were so impressed with what a loyal and responsible customer I was during my stay! So we loaded her up, and I said good-bye to Tracey, which was rather hard, but in all of time on this earth I think that how you say good-bye reflects the person you are. A short good-bye, not drawn out, and a hope and expectation for the future seems to be the best. Sobbing and hugging affairs are too hard and they stay with you, lingering, taking away from the excitement of the journey.

Anyway, I hit the road with a heavy heart and high spirits, which made for very difficult musical choices. Do I want sad music or upbeat? I settled for Amy Millan (of course) and Led Zeppelin. Plus, I have sattelite radio, which is awesome for travelling. Everything seemed great, learning from mistakes I had made in past road trips, i always made sure to fill up with gas when I was around half empty (or half full), but just outside Cornerbrook, the rain started to POUR! It was a deluge, farms were being flooded, cows were drowning...it was epochal. Plus it was evening, so it was so dark I could barely see a thing. I am white-knuckling it on the steering wheel, grasping at ten and two for my life, while giant semi trucks blew past me at top speed. Then the fog rolled in rendering my high-beams useless. My tank, I noticed, was one quarter empty and I needed to pull into Stephenville for some gas. So i got into the off ramp, lead under the assumption that Stephenville wasn't too far off the highway. But I was duped! It was almost thirty kilometers away, and it was too dangerous to try and turn around! I cursed and cursed..my blood pressure rose and I sweated. I made it into Stephenville, and found my way out...it was a 45 minute diversion.

In the back of my mind I was intending to catch the ferry, but I had decided when I left that the guiding principles of my journey were 'relax and take it easy...guy!', so I wasn't too worried about my detour once I had gotten out of it. I cruised into Port au Basque at 11.25 and I went down to the ferry. to my surprise I was let on board immediately for a 11.45 departure! I was literally the last person allowed on board; they closed the gates behind me. This was really awesome, and I praised God for this Blessing! I got a small dormitory berth and fell asleep for a few hours; dreaming, strangely, of being on the Titanic when it was sinking.

The next morning was glorious. The sun was shining, a stark contrast to the rubbish weather I left behind. There was so many deciduous trees, all of them gearing up to turn their awesome colours for the season. What a drive! It went so smoothly, I got into Dartmouth and found the uHaul storage relatively easily. Then went to the hostel...where I write this very "blog" entry.