Crossing Canada Day #20: Heading Home...arrest
We continue our Chronicles of Crossing Canada. Welcome back!
I woke up refreshed but with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. We are heading home today. Back to the mighty province of Nova Scotia.

Jim writing…. It might be long…..
Today we are heading back to a government inflicted quarantine. We need to vote today, but first we need to see my niece and nephew. They stopped by in first thing in morning with their mom, so we were able to get to spend some time with them before we head to prison. They were full of energy but were headed off to school.
We said our goodbyes to Mom and Dad Lightle and headed on the highway towards home. I was missing our pups. Odin is getting older, and we had a scare with him before we left. The summer had been hard on the old boy. I just wanted to see his face. Dory with her brown fur, just waiting to rub her drool on our clothes. The mighty truck house was on the last leg of the journey, and it had done good by us. The wildest thing we saw on the road today was a Septic truck that was painted like a pumpkin.

When we entered Nova Scotia, we had to show our ID at the provincial check point. Show me your papers!!! (Insert German accent). As soon as we crossed over, our two-week quarantine would begin. It made me frustrated that we were able to drive across the this great country but came home to a checkpoint in Nova Scotia. They are taking away my freedoms, I feel this in my heart of hearts. I wish others would notice that this has become an illegal overreach of our rights
Arriving home, the dogs greeted us with happy whines and tail wags. They missed us but I had a feeling that our dog sitter was spoiling them with extra walks and extra play time in the river. It felt good to be home. After everything we had witnessed across this great nation, I could still see the beauty that brought us to Nova Scotia in the first place. When we arrived home, we had a new neighbour. We didn’t get to meet her when she moved in because we were already on the road. The RCMP showed up in our neighbourhood and went to a few houses, ignoring ours. This made us a little nervous. We still needed to vote so we headed out and voted at the Legion. We saw the signs across this country and figured it was going to be an interesting election. Again, an election in the middle of a Plandemic, weird. Ah well, I cast my vote and we headed home to watch the results.
Frustratingly, they called the election before a single riding out west had tallied their votes. They called it as soon as the poles closed in the golden horseshoe. As I looked at the map it made me realize that Ontario east decided who was going to be Prime Minister. Not a single vote mattered from the west, there are too many seats in the ridings of Ontario and Quebec. If I lived in North-Western Ontario, I would be a little frustrated. We headed off to bed knowing that any hope for end of the divisiveness was now null and void. FML.
Jaime writing:
Sarah and the kids dropped by Jim’s parent’s house early in the morning before we headed out. We hugged them as though we may not see them for a while. We then hopped in the truck and continued our journey east – Nova Scotia bound.
What I forgot to mention in our last excerpt was that we had to register for Nova Scotia’s safe check-in prior to entering our home province. We did this reluctantly while en-route to New Brunswick the previous day. In addition to our address, we had to disclose the number of people living in our household and our COVID-19 injection status to the Nova Scotia Public Health Authority. I completed the process for both James and I on my cell phone and received a confirmation email and registration number that we would have to presented to the border agent at Aulac (border town NB and NS). This process made me feel uneasy.
We have made this drive from Oromocto to Round Hill many times, so I cannot say that there was a particular part of the drive that was unique, but I will tell you a story about the first time we did this drive after we sold our house in Ontario.
Back in 2015, when we moved from Pembroke Ontario to Nova Scotia, we were fortunate that the military coordinated our move as it was James’ last posting. The only responsibility we had was to get our vehicles, ourselves, and our dogs to our new home and the movers took care of the rest. So, in convoy-style, James drove his red Ford Ranger with Dory as his co-pilot, and I drove my Volvo with (the late) Odin taking up the back seats and (the late) Diego the sausage dog taking up the front passenger seat. The 1,300 km drive for the most part was smooth, well until we got to Nova Scotia.
At Amherst Nova Scotia, 30 km past from Aulac, there is field of twenty wind turbines on the south-west side of the trans-Canada Highway. I was following close behind the red Ford Ranger, the boys paid no mind to these massive spinning giants however, I noticed that the truck did a quick jerk. Promptly, James got on the 2-way radio and told me that Dory saw the wind turbines and let out a big, “booooooowwwwwww” which startled James that he almost lost control of the truck. Dory is a big newfie-lab mix and although she was quiet for the whole trip, seeing these turbines was a new experience for her. It was a big move for all of us and this was a memory I think about every time we pass this place.
