My favorite show growing up was TV Ontario's "The Littlest Hobo". Although I never fully understood why the lone German Shepherd never stayed with any of the families who loved and helped him each episode. The further I travel, the more I understand.
To date we have been on the road for 15 days. I dearly miss my friends back home. The hardest part about this trip was leaving them and the support network they represent. I am surprised at how reassured we feel while so far away. We have met many wonderful and helpful people in the past two weeks. We had a local from Cypress Hills respond to my panicked call to their general store that my car battery was dead and we needed a boost. Their was a museum curator at the T-Rex Center in East End that not only let us in when the museum was closed but gave us a personal tour. We stopped for lunch in the small town of Shaunavon only to find out the chef had won many awards. We loved learning of their journey from Vancouver to master chef and restaurant owners in Saskatchewan. We left full, delighted and with a fresh loaf of bread and a bag of basil. Around Grasslands National Park Wi-Fi doesn't exist. A wonderful barista in the town of Val Marie, stayed late on her first day so I could post a blog update.
While camping at Buffalo Pound Provincial Park, we met the most wonderful family. Our children played like they'd known each other for years. Shauna their mom, was like an old friend. She taught me how to properly remove ticks and calmed me down when I found three on Wyatt's head. We ate almost every meal with their family. Our toys were their toys and their food was our food. The sense of community and belonging so far from home was heart warming.
A helping hand, directions, a trail or restaurant recommendation are never far at hand. I look forward to the many others we will meet on our journey, the friends we'll make and the memories we'll share.
"Maybe tomorrow, We'll wanna settle down, until tomorrow we'll just keep moving on.."
