Once we made
the decision to head to Vancouver from Florida, we didn’t turn back to Canada
right away. We charted a course westward across the continent. Our funds were
running low and we couldn’t linger long so there was little exploring along the
way. I remember being surprised at the huge Baptist Churches, large enough to
rival Montreal’s Roman Catholic houses of worship. We also experienced our
first sand storm as we crossed the southern states. After that it was just a
blur of highway punctuated by fast food joints.
Our route took
us west to California and then up the coast. We took the luggage we had started
out with and the souvenirs we had picked up along the way. With six people
there were a lot of souvenirs. When we crossed into Canada the border guards took
one look at our packed car, the roof rack with its tarp covered luggage with
the two diving tanks in front and waved us through.
It felt good
to be back in Canada. It was home even if it was on the other side of the
country. We quickly found a house to rent and lined up jobs, at least four of
us did. Two weeks after we moved into our rental house the car owner and her
boyfriend announced they were going back to Nova Scotia. It was a sad day when
we waved good bye to the car that had been part of our lives for so long. When
it left we were stranded in Vancouver.
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