Setting the soundtrack for travel
Now there… I’m gone and home again, all in the same day. Made two trips through “le parc” with nary a flurry or a moose on the lam. Bus riding works.
I had to go “up” to a school today to give a short staff training session. A chance to present software that isn’t yet finished; just keep reassuring them that the next time they log in, things will seem different, but no need to worry. The only inconvenience is that the school is somewhat more than two hundred kilometres due north, and it involves a trip into the mountains. OK, tall hills for the western tribes, but around here when you get to 875 metres above MSL (that’s the river for my close neighbours), it feels like rare air. The ears even pop, and buses aren’t pressurized.
About this time of year, snow is often available for the candid photographer, and the road is considered as a dangerous one. So much so that after more than two decades of promises, the “four-lane” expansion is actually underway. I haven’t seen this much heavy equipment in years. We missed out on the periodic pauses for explosive rock removal, but there’s a pile of money replacing those rocks.
I also ran my own soundtrack on this movie. In fact, I had a real techno-geek thing going, with a GPS perched on the windowsill to get satellite coverage, a laptop to do nothing useful and a series of MP3s to cut the motor noise. Let’s see; celtic techno-trance by Hevia followed by an old Jimmy Page concert. With the moon visible out the window, a bottle of Coke to kill the thirsties and all the time in the world, it was a fun ride. Out of a workday, spending six hours on the bus sure reduces the number of phone calls.
And now I’m home for a long weekend. Bliss.
