A bit of Sunday road time
Getting out of the city on Sunday, in the morning, is so simple. Forget the ritual of traffic. Instead, we were hours down the road before the need for fuel and food forced us to navigate off route.
I’ve learned that the Diesel nozzle, at a truck stop isn’t any larger. Instead the discharge rate becomes challenging. No spillage, but filling the car is easier. And cheaper. No matter. We had a great breakfast thanks to A&W, and then commiserated with a man en route to Ottawa… to find his roof. Unexpected tornado damage. Another reason why I believe we’ve made the proper choice on where to live (there are many).
Entry to the nation’s capital was slowed by Google trying to map us around damaged sectors (my theory, but it makes sense. We found the nephew’s place, got parked in his driveway, plugged in and then went for a long overdue visit. Even the dog was welcomed, what with an adoring fan base of tiny children.
Spent several hours picking up on old classmates, with someone from the town where I did my late elementary years. So many names, not used in fifty years. I should write this stuff down while the memories are clear.
We’ll do nothing remotely touristic here. I’ve already visited the highlight sites, and we’d prefer to get back on the highway before peak transit time in the morning. I’ll watch for landmarks along the way.
i give great credit to my partner and driver. I realize that going forward I will be the passenger, nothing more.
