I’m staying in a swanky hotel in Calgary tonight [applause welcome as I conquered the Calgary highways to find the place where I had made a reservation – it’s right across the road from IKEA] and this is the last planned place I have to sleep.
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| This is pretty much the only photo I have of Canada so far. It’s at a rest stop just past the border. Impressions of the neighbors to the north so far? It looks a lot like Montana. That will change with tomorrow’s drive. |
I have no more reservations because I just don’t know how long roads will take me to drive or how long I’ll be able to drive. This is exhilarating and a bit overwhelming. If I feel 10.5 hours of driving is in me tomorrow, I can make it to Prince George, a decent size town northwest of here. But we’ll see.
Because tomorrow begins the mountain travel. The gawking and the [likely] constant stopping to soak it in and take photos. How long it will take to travel in this style I just don’t know. We’re playing it by ear and hoping I don’t get car sick in the mountains. [I’ve always been subject to queasiness while riding on buses or as the passenger in a car. This is often while I prefer to drive on long trips. After yesterday, however, through the ups and downs of Montana, I wonder if I can still get queasy while driving. I felt a bit car sick yesterday and cross my fingers that tomorrow won’t be any worse.] I also hope I don’t get super sweaty hands while in the mountains – I don’t do so well with driving on scary roads. [Thank you for your prayers!]
That being said – not knowing where I will land tomorrow night – no worries or surprises if I don’t appear on the blog tomorrow. [It actually might be the case for the next three nights. But I would hope I could at least find a McDonalds for a quick update at some point.] There may be no blogging tomorrow because the hotel I find doesn’t have wi-fi or it might be because I’m sleeping in my car at a campsite next to tents and campers. We’ll see – it’s all part of the adventure!
[I’ll end the night of blogging with this, post number four. But remind me to tell you later about my new distaste for Nicholas Sparks, the raccoon I almost killed, “I want my scrambled eggs!,” and my love of grain elevators.]
there's no place like gnome. 
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