Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Snowy Fields and Warm Hearts
Heading northwards after a month of warm, sunny weather, paddling in the natural wonderland I discovered in my journey along Florida's west coast was not something I was looking forward to. Not unexpectedly I ran into occasional patches of snow which slowly grew into fields of white. By the time I got to southern Vermont, it was raining and a dismal landscape began unfolding in front of the car.
Still the sudden appearance of people speaking French on the radio stations and the talk of the election being held in the province of Québec all reminded me of the warmth that existed at home. I found myself pushing the gas pedal just a bit harder. I suddenly wanted to be home with my family regardless of the weather. At the border, the custom's man only seemed to want to talk about my paddling experiences. My car, full of a month's worth of 'fun in the sun' smells was not something he wanted to get outside to check. He waved me on and I was home in Canada once again.
The drive from Florida was sprinkled with little diamonds, visits with wonderful, remarkable people, who generously took the time to meet me and let me peek into their lives. I can't thank them enough. It turned a long drive into a very warm and human experience. Thank you all so much!