Through the storm, as planned
My usual rule for winter storms is that they’re best watched through the kitchen window. But, when required, I have also tried the view from a car window. More intense.
And so, despite schools and offices staying shuttered, and a frequent to-and-fro by the local plow, we loaded out and set the GPS for Halifax. Not “parts unknown”, but close. The first hour was a test of winter driving skills, with the driver fully aware that home was close by. As we approached the city, a barricaded road set us seeking a detour route, as yet without any indicators of the where or why. We later leaned (saw) that large trucks can leave the roadway for safety on the median. Slow going, for all involved.
Our hours crossing sections of NB and NS were completed during “a dark and stormy night”, given the early onset of twilight. No big deal, but long periods without scenery qualify as sensory deprivation for anyone in passenger class. Even the radio seemed to have lost direction: stations with playlists of Xmas hiphop. I miss my “Caroline”.
We’re now in the hotel. Time to catch up on the news and then test the comfort level of an unfamiliar mattress and heating system. Maybe tomorrow I can play tourist, however briefly. Outside, the city soundscape (so different from home) may wreak havoc on my sleep patterns; it’s a given that the dog will remain on guard, with both ears cocked and unrealized dreams of exploring in the dark. He slept, all afternoon.
