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adiva_calandia(Clearly, the goal of this trip is to come up with terrible puns involving every town we stop in for the night.)
I knew we were in Canada when I drove through a bumpy spot with a REDUCE SPEED sign, exited the bumpy spot, and was given a polite, curly-scripted Thank You RESUME SPEED.
I mean, I also knew we were in Canada when Customs waved us through because we were so unthreatening looking, but, y'know. Literalism is overrated. I like the polite road signs better.
I drove two, two and a half hours today; I figured I should stop when I looked from the road to the speedometer and it did weird zooming-out things in front of my eyes. It was fun driving, though, along the Real Al-Can Highway -- meaning that there were a lot of stretches of road where the shoulder was indistinguishable from the highway, and potholes to avoid, and dips and heaves to slow down on.
And then I basically slept the entire rest of the time.
I did manage to stay awake long enough to finish rereading Princess Bride (I had forgotten Westley's line about "WOMAN, YOU ARE THE PROPERTY OF THE DREAD PIRATE ROBERTS" *facepalm*) and start The Yiddish Policeman's Union (I keep getting confused, 'cause I've been to Sitka). I hope I don't run out of books before we hit the big cities and bookstores.
Oh -- and we had Indian food for dinner. In Whitehorse, in the Yukon.
I know, life is fucking nuts, isn't it?
I knew we were in Canada when I drove through a bumpy spot with a REDUCE SPEED sign, exited the bumpy spot, and was given a polite, curly-scripted Thank You RESUME SPEED.
I mean, I also knew we were in Canada when Customs waved us through because we were so unthreatening looking, but, y'know. Literalism is overrated. I like the polite road signs better.
I drove two, two and a half hours today; I figured I should stop when I looked from the road to the speedometer and it did weird zooming-out things in front of my eyes. It was fun driving, though, along the Real Al-Can Highway -- meaning that there were a lot of stretches of road where the shoulder was indistinguishable from the highway, and potholes to avoid, and dips and heaves to slow down on.
And then I basically slept the entire rest of the time.
I did manage to stay awake long enough to finish rereading Princess Bride (I had forgotten Westley's line about "WOMAN, YOU ARE THE PROPERTY OF THE DREAD PIRATE ROBERTS" *facepalm*) and start The Yiddish Policeman's Union (I keep getting confused, 'cause I've been to Sitka). I hope I don't run out of books before we hit the big cities and bookstores.
Oh -- and we had Indian food for dinner. In Whitehorse, in the Yukon.
I know, life is fucking nuts, isn't it?
