Wednesday, July 31, 2002
I love to drive. But sometimes my enthusiasm yields disappointing results. Take for example last weekend: The Tall One and I drove to Grande Prairie, a small town of about 35 thousand. We were on the road for about nine hours, with pit-stops, only to arrive in yet another generic town not unlike our own. The reason for fleeing is ESCAPE. Instead we were confronted with essentially our own backyard. And that's a locale neither of us find particularly desirable.
I'm always trying to escape and find something different, but this last trip illustrates something that can be better said by someone other than me:
"I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Of course, I can't help but think the disappointment would be cushioned if our destination point were Naples.
Another thing. We parked our tent at the LAST AVAILABLE site. Lucky, right? Ostensibly yes. But now look closer. Look at that group of teenaged boys adjacent to your double-site. They won't bother you, oh noooooooo. Perhaps we should grow accustomed to feeling vulnerable when rolled up in sleeping bags with just a thin sheath of nylon to protect us from the outside world. You'd think a group of boys would see a couple on their own and leave them alone. But some would choose to cut thru the site, slap the tent, or throw a rock at it. I think the disrepect shown for their neighbours is the best indicator of the kind of people they'll become. And yet I don't feel sorry for them.
Thursday, July 11, 2002
It is 33 bloody degrees. AND THIS IS CANADA. I feel a strange sort of pride in that. Welcome to apartment-heat hell. And welcome to my BLOG.