With a question.
As many journeys do.
The idea for this blog began with stories. With 120,000 kms on my car in 5 years, I had collected some wonderful pictures into this world. And so, I will begin the travel stories in the middle of a journey. Welcome to my travels (I'm thinking that there will be co-travellers along the way...)
The first day of this year I woke up in Vancouver. By dinner time, I was on a Greyhound heading East. Returning home to a wonderland. In 9 days, a lot of snow descended on our mountains. Indeed the snow was falling when the taxi driver placed my suitcase on the top landing, at 6 am.
After a nap, I was ready for breakfast. Were it that simple. The fridge was bare (not precisely - it was actually frozen solid). And my car was blanketed. It was going to be longer than I thought for my meal. I rummaged through the suitcase and found the remainder of the Christmas cake my sister made. (Thank you to those who left it to me.)
After shovelling for over an hour in the rain (and yes, you probably guessed... heavy snow), I phoned Rose to see if she knew anyone who would be interested in shovelling for a fee. She did not. As I sat in my living room, it suddenly occurred to me that I knew exactly where to find someone.... I called a local employment agency.
Three days later, I set out for Spokane to see the Broadway musical, Hairspray.
This is what I woke up to in the morning:
The promise of spring???....