Second post today to make up for my missed day…
[I’m writing this from a diner two hours from Thunder Bay along the Trans Canada highway with WiFi and the greatest coffee ever.]
Camping last night with the wind roaring around our tents, snuggled in my sleeping bag I had crazy dreams about tornados. Yesterday I met a man from Japan who was cycling across Canada. He started in Victoria, BC and is heading to Quebec City or “as far as I can go”. I hope he doesn’t have to bike through any of these storms!
My second first kiss story from the road comes from a Quebecois lady I met in the bathroom this morning who’s doing a trip around Ontario in a camper van with her husband. We were comparing provincial park stories and talking about our journeys when I told her I was a writer and if she wanted to share her first kiss story with me.
“I was five.” “Five!” I said. She laughed. “Yep, five. He was beautiful. Curly dark hair, green eyes. He was from my neighbourhood. We were friends. We snuck a kiss in his living room while watching cartoons.” She smiled as we left and we wished each other luck on our trips. A moment in time that made both our mornings a little better.
On our way to Winnipeg today. We’re hoping to cut a day off our trip and get out of Ontario early.