If I drive, you can look at the world out there. I’ll stop if you want to take photos.
Generous words. Ed drives, I look. We take the side road. Rarely do we choose a highway over a back road. Snow flurries along the St. Lawrence. Much of the river is not frozen here.
ice fishing hut on sled runners; no ice here.
old but not without color
out for a morning run
Please, while I’m handling the camera here, can you put one hand on the wheel? I mean, life is short enough.
It’s a habit…
I see that.
Do you know where the airport is?
I saw a sign. Montreal airport. Take the exit at 15.
Okay… even though I thought we were departing from Trudeau…
Damn. Turn around then, we’re going the wrong way. Only not here: no u-turns permitted.
Signs are there to keep sign-makers employed.
My own bad habit: getting to the gate seconds before check-in closes. This time we have four minutes to spare.
Such are the issues that accompany travel. So many people have said that travel these days is a pain. Waiting, always waiting, managing bad weather, faulty reservations, security issues. Who needs this?
I do. Just to look at a place that is different from home. Wherever home may be.