In the past few days there have been a whole range of emotions that have run through my mind. Thoughts of 'can I really do this?' and the realization of how much I miss my friends and family already in such a short time. Distance seems to do that to you - the further away you are the more real the sense of what you are leaving behind....
Friday night we arrived at our friends - Al and Cheri's - place. Al is the friend that pretty much got the ball rolling after he recommended Jay to a Can West Air pilot. Al had promised to come up Saturday and help us unload and move in - for which we were really thankful.
Saturday morning greeted us with a fresh cover of snow in Edmonton. We got up and decided to go to breakfast at a popular diner:
I originally ordered an orange juice like Jay, but when Al ordered a strawberry milkshake - I wasn't going to let that pass me by. :)
Just then - we came to the part of the rd where 44 joined with and became highway 2. We crossed a bridge and it was then that I saw it - miles of forest in front of us. But something was wrong. The trees were not thick and full but instead resembled a forest of toothpicks. The realization of just how much the fire had devastated blew me away and I felt this genuine sadness for what had been done. The trees had been stripped of their tops and the thinness of the forest was far more than what winter would bring to a forest like this. As we continued on the road I just felt such a sense of loss for those living here.
Some of the stores in town - Walmart, Candiaen Tire, Mark's work wearhouse, dollar store, liquor store, sobeys, etc...
Friday night we arrived at our friends - Al and Cheri's - place. Al is the friend that pretty much got the ball rolling after he recommended Jay to a Can West Air pilot. Al had promised to come up Saturday and help us unload and move in - for which we were really thankful.
Saturday morning greeted us with a fresh cover of snow in Edmonton. We got up and decided to go to breakfast at a popular diner:
After breakfast, we set off for Slave Lake. The scenery reminded us of Ontario - with fields and trees and big open sky.
As we made our way up highway 44 towards our new home in Slave Lake - my emotions did a flipflop and the excitement started to creep in. Not knowing what was coming suddenly became exciting and I couldn't wait to see what was around the corner.
Just then - we came to the part of the rd where 44 joined with and became highway 2. We crossed a bridge and it was then that I saw it - miles of forest in front of us. But something was wrong. The trees were not thick and full but instead resembled a forest of toothpicks. The realization of just how much the fire had devastated blew me away and I felt this genuine sadness for what had been done. The trees had been stripped of their tops and the thinness of the forest was far more than what winter would bring to a forest like this. As we continued on the road I just felt such a sense of loss for those living here.
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