The familiar barren landscape of highway 402 confirms that we are home. It is clear that winter has lingered well past her time, and spring is only beginning to stretch her wings.
We have just driven close to 1,000 miles to get here – partly to avoid the approaching storms, and partly pulled by the promise of reuniting with family. It is 5:00 p.m. when we finally set up our camp, and we are too tired to worry about either. The plan had been to surprise family, however; we decide to let them know we are safe and sound so they won’t worry.
Everyone is excited.
Home, for the next six months, is an RV park in a small town just 45 minutes from the border, and 20 minutes from our hometown. The park has a stream running through it, lots of mature trees, and a pond stocked with trout for fishing.
Night one, the priority is to set up and then crash, having had little sleep over the past forty-eight hours.
This morning, I open the front shades to discover that we face the stream where a family of Canadian Geese and their newborns are swimming. I am delighted that this is our view.
The neighbours to the right are permanent residents and to the left is a building used as community centre. Our lot is generous, and Ric already has plans to lay a small patio. I think we will be quite content here.