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jamesqI've been quasi-planning a cross-Canada road trip at some point in the next few years, but what was stopping me was not wanting to do it twice. i.e. I wanted to (ideally) drive out east and fly back, or, sub-optimally, fly out east and drive back. What I didn't want to do was drive out there and back. I had contemplated arranging things with Gerry so that I'd drive out, then get him to drive the car back. I got the opportunity to do it this year with no driving (on my part) at all.
Wendy knew I'd been wanting to make the trip for awhile, so when she had to go to a conference in Quebec City this year (and was going to drive out with her family, Ryan and Miss K) she asked if I wanted to come along. So I said yes, and after some planning, we left at 9am on a sunny Saturday morning. We intended to spend quality time in Chicago, Toronto, and Montreal on the way to Quebec City. Along the way, I wanted to make stops in Detroit and Ottawa. Simply getting to Chicago took three days of driving, with stops at Moose Jay and Fargo, mostly because they were at the ⅓ and ⅔ points between Calgary and Chicago.
Moose Jaw was a time to reconnect with old friends for Ryan. They seemed cool, and I'm happy that I met them. Even though I don't remember their names. We also did a little thrifting, and drank some beer (best beer: Black Bridge Milk Stout).
The next day we drove through Rouleau Saskatchewan, noteworthy for being the real world analogue to Dog River from the show Corner Gas.
We got into Fargo late enough that we just wanted to crash.
I went for a run the next morning. then met up with my compatriots and went to the local visitor's centre to see the wood chipper from the movie Fargo.
The above was the chipper's "stunt double". I don't know if that means it was in the movie and it was a safe prop for the actors to interact with, or if it was made by the city for people to pose with. Naturally I did. Below is the actual wood chipper that you see in the film. No touchy.
Fargo, or rather the Super 8 we stayed at did leave us with a not-so-fond memory. As we were pulling out of the motel, the family all flipped the bird at it and gave it a hearty "Fuck you!"
On the bright side, this was our opportunity to learn many slang terms for semen. I would learn more in Montreal - stay tuned!
Wendy knew I'd been wanting to make the trip for awhile, so when she had to go to a conference in Quebec City this year (and was going to drive out with her family, Ryan and Miss K) she asked if I wanted to come along. So I said yes, and after some planning, we left at 9am on a sunny Saturday morning. We intended to spend quality time in Chicago, Toronto, and Montreal on the way to Quebec City. Along the way, I wanted to make stops in Detroit and Ottawa. Simply getting to Chicago took three days of driving, with stops at Moose Jay and Fargo, mostly because they were at the ⅓ and ⅔ points between Calgary and Chicago.
Moose Jaw was a time to reconnect with old friends for Ryan. They seemed cool, and I'm happy that I met them. Even though I don't remember their names. We also did a little thrifting, and drank some beer (best beer: Black Bridge Milk Stout).
The next day we drove through Rouleau Saskatchewan, noteworthy for being the real world analogue to Dog River from the show Corner Gas.
We got into Fargo late enough that we just wanted to crash.
I went for a run the next morning. then met up with my compatriots and went to the local visitor's centre to see the wood chipper from the movie Fargo.
The above was the chipper's "stunt double". I don't know if that means it was in the movie and it was a safe prop for the actors to interact with, or if it was made by the city for people to pose with. Naturally I did. Below is the actual wood chipper that you see in the film. No touchy.
Fargo, or rather the Super 8 we stayed at did leave us with a not-so-fond memory. As we were pulling out of the motel, the family all flipped the bird at it and gave it a hearty "Fuck you!"
"It couldn't have been that bad - my room was perfectly acceptable."More details emerged that suggested the previous guest had deposited it recently enough to still be "fresh". They called the front desk and the manager came and replaced the cups and bleached the holy hell out of the relevant surfaces. Still, I imagine they had the heebie-jeebies for the rest of the night.
"The room was fine - we could have done without the jizz."
"I beg your pardon."
"Ryan grabbed one of the cups to have a drink of water before bed and found that someone had ejaculated into it and put it back onto the other cup."
"Don't they sanitize those things?"
"Both cups were still in their plastic seal. The spooge was in between them."
On the bright side, this was our opportunity to learn many slang terms for semen. I would learn more in Montreal - stay tuned!
