Some Reflections Upon
Flying Home from Sydney
After visiting
Louisbourg Fortress I decided to head home. I overnighted in Sydney, awoke at
3:00 to be at the airport at 4:30 and fly out at 5:35 for Halifax. Touched down
in Sidney, BC at 12:15 PDT. Total elapsed time airport to airport – just under
twelve hours. It was a long day. My sleep pattern is disrupted so I’m still
waking in hours way too early.
Canada is amazing.
What’s a country? It’s borders? It’s terrain? It’s people? It’s certainly all
of that and more. Thousands of generations of people have returned the
substance of their bodies to the ground over which we walk and drive every day.
The soil of Canada is rich with the ancient bodies of porcupines, squirrels,
grizzly bears, sea gulls, worms, fir trees, alders, orchids and grasses. I feel
something deeply human when walking over the grasses of our earth. When we
drive on pavement, walk on the concrete of our sidewalks, even tread the floors
of stores and offices, we miss a deep connection.
Canada is a photographer’s
paradise. There is beauty and magnificence every place I look. Grand sweeping
vistas of the Rocky Mountains, the seemingly endless prairies and the rocky
bluffs, waterfalls and forests of the Canadian Shield in Ontario. The red mud
of the Bay of Fundy, the red cliffs of Cape Breton, the rolling hills of Lower
Canada and New Brunswick. All of this is familiar and foreign. There is something
about travel that allows me to open my eyes in a different manner, to see
things afresh. Returning to Victoria is not an act of complacency. I am
changed.
Travel takes us out of
our familiarity, our routines and our patterns of daily existence. Some of us
become more curious, perhaps even bolder. We now have time to talk with
people that we might otherwise have avoided in our busyness. There are so many
kind and generous people I met in our travels. Owners of campgrounds who clearly
enjoy meeting people from around the world and are delighted to engage in
conversation. A lovely woman in a tiny hamlet in New Brunswick who rescued a dilapidated
community hall and created a small café and a revitalized meeting place for the
elders in the area. A mountain of a man with a gentle voice who tended his community’s
cherished attraction, Prince Alfred’s Arch. A petite woman who started a curio,
craft and gift shop in another community hall in a tiny hamlet that is dying as the fish disappear and the younger folk move to the city.
Her lifelong friend and her husband having both passed away in the past two
years. Her grief painted on her elfin face and within her need to talk if
anyone would listen. A gentleman who pulled off the highway to inquire if we were
having mechanical difficulties and offered his property and garage if we couldn’t
find a spot to camp in Antigonish. There was a NASCAR event on this weekend,
and he thought there might not be room at the two campgrounds. A fellow RVer
and mechanic who chatted about the possible causes of our fuel challenges. When
departing he offered his phone number and told us to call if we got into
mechanical trouble. He was known across the Island and if he himself couldn’t
come to assist he knew all the good garages and folks all knew him. And dozens
more folks who engaged with us in a genuine, human fashion. This too is Canada.
Thanks for following the
blog. I hope it offered some entertainment and kept you in the loop of our
travels and adventures.
Here are a few more
photos and then I’m signing off.
Centre of Canada, eh?
Detail From The National War Memorial, Ottawa
Murray Beach Provincial Park, NB
Burnt Coat Head, NB