Crossing Canada Day #18: A Tale of Two Provinces
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We woke up in Tony and Roxanne’s driveway. It was the first time we had slept in Pembroke in over five years.
The Middle of Canada, Saskatchewan by Jaime Lee Lightle (2022)
We woke up in Tony and Roxanne’s driveway. It was the first time we had slept in Pembroke in over five years. Be it in our truck camper it was nice to have the Ottawa valley surrounding us. We had dessert for breakfast, some tarts to get the body going. As we were saying our goodbyes something hit me with the force of a stone in the back of my head. Tony was behind me, and I thought he chucked a stone at me. But when I took my hat off it had a fresh bird shit on it. This made me laugh but I was trying to find the bird. I looked up into the sky and there was Red Tailed Hawk up about two hundred feet. Pretty good accuracy from the bird. It is supposed to be good luck. I hope it is a sign that the rest of the Journey will be flawless travel.
We said our goodbyes after a good chuckle about the Hawk. Our next stop was going to be on the mighty MADAWASKA River. I am going to see a military brother of mine, Bryan. He was a great soldier and always made us laugh with his sense of humour. He was over in Afghanistan the same time as me. His vehicle’s call sign was nicknamed Prom Night because they always saw action. He now lives on a beautiful river front place on the Madawaska. We took the back roads to get there, I drove most of these roads while exploring the Ottawa valley in my past. We made it there and he just arrived from his girlfriend’s house.
He looked healthy and had a smile on his face. I gave him a hug “because brothers don’t shake hands. Brothers gotta hug” (Chris Farley said this in the movie Tommy Boy). It is a truth though. He showed us his new garage and his place was looking great. He asked if we wanted to go for a boat ride and so we took a ride on his pontoon boat up the mighty Madawaska. Jaime sat in the front and enjoyed the views. We had conversations about things that had been bothering us. The hardest thing for people to understand about injured vets is that we look young, and we look able bodied. The main issue is when you go to war you never come back the same. How can I relate to any average civilian? Example: how many civilians have seen a child with a hole in the top of his head the size of a softball from shrapnel? Not very many that is for sure. It is hard to relate to my civilian friends, but I can talk about this with my veteran friends. My therapist said it best: you have seen a lifetime of carnage in just a short amount of time. It takes the brain time to heal from these types of scars. This trip is a part of my healing process. Furthermore, I wanted to know if the people of Canada cared about their God given freedoms that my friends died to protect.
The mighty Madawaska River, Ontario. Photo credit: Jaime Lee Lightle
Bryan took us for a great boat ride all the way down to the Burnstown bridge. We enjoyed a snack on the boat while we floated along. We talked about how we will be staying at Jaime’s aunt’s place for the night. He suggested taking the Quyon Ferry so we got back to shore at a reasonable time. I said my goodbyes to Bryan. I know he will do fine. He is stronger than he knows.
Off to Aylmer Quebec, Aunt Michelle’s house. We took the little Quyon ferry to get there. It was a great little ferry and took us across the Ottawa river. Now we are into Quebec. We arrived and had a great meal. Jaime’s Aunt reminds me of Jaime’s late mother Debbie, from her laugh to the way she gets excited. The last time we saw Michelle was at Debs celebration of life in March 2020. Covid lockdowns started two days after. We had great conversations outside on her lawn. We talked about everything going on right now. From Covid to the stripping of our basic Canadian freedoms. Great conversations had with her and her Neighbour.
The night was drawing in on us and it was getting to the time where we should go to bed. Perfect night, time to sleep. Tired of driving and looking forward to seeing our dogs.
The day started on the right foot after Jim received a hot load of Hawk pooh on the top of his hat. Jim thought Tony or someone threw a stone at his head, that’s how hard the Bird dung hit when it made contact with his hat. Before we left, we were fed coffee, tarts for breakfast and the previous evenings’ leftovers were thrown into the cooler.
The first destination of day that we had planned was a visit to Burnstown where Jim’s army buddy Bryan lived. We took a slow, leisurely drive through the backroads of Renfrew County to get to Bryan’s house on the Madawaska River. We passed many farms, and enjoyed the pure, simple beauty of this area.
Jim on the Pontoon. Photo credit: Jaime Lee Lightle