Let us recap from where we left off, dear readers. My brother and I were in Ottawa, exploring our country’s capital. Right.
Well, after that, Michael and I drove for about ten hours, and went through another time zone in order to reach Fredericton. This meant we went through about two hours worth of Ontario, the southern part of Quebec, and a little more than half of New Brunswick. It was an honestly exhausting trip, mostly because Michael and I really just wanted to get home. Ontario was fairly brown and barren between Ottawa and Quebec, and Quebec was rather quiet when you don’t enter its cities. Same with New Brunswick. It isn’t until you reach the city centres that you understand how many people there actually are. It just proves how limited everyone’s circle of travel really is; most tend to stay just within their own city limits.
The next day, we traveled for about six hours to North Sydney, NS in order to catch the ferry home. We were very bouncy for the first half, and I made a wrong turn (apologies, little brother), and we ended up taking county roads for the last couple of hours. These were not half as exciting as the county roads in Ontario, mostly because they were very, very bumpy. Not very fun. However, upon reaching the east end of Nova Scotia, we began to recognize our roots. The shores of Nova Scotia are very similar to some part of Newfoundland, and I think both of us just breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The ferry was rougher this crossing than last, but that may be due to a lack of exhaustion on our parts – we practically face-planted into the beds on our first crossing – and a growing ball of excitement. By the time we landed in Newfoundland at eight in the morning (finally back to Newfoundland time, I might add), we were an interesting mix of excitement and exhaustion. We were rather mood-swingy, honestly. And it was interesting, because as we came home, for the first time we actually recognized things. I’ve made a few trips within our province before this EPIC JOURNEY, and so, about three hours outside of St. John’s, I actually knew where we were. It was incredibly refreshing. One of the most exhausting things about this trip, in all honesty, has been the constant feeling of being misplaced. I am so relieved to not be lost anymore.
Anyways! We are now back! As you can tell from the picture below, our family has been keeping track of our route. Green is the way out, red is the way back.
We travelled almost 18,000km (a lot more than I expected, oops…), and were gone for a total of 48 days. We also have a roadkill count, for those interested parties – a total of 301 dead animals. We have them divided up into provinces too – and before you all think we are morbid people, please remember that we spent *hours* in a car staring at roads. We needed some form of entertainment. Alberta had the second fewest at 5 (YAY), and Nova Scotia surprisingly had the most at 65 (WOW). Quebec and Ontario claimed second and third respectively (which isn’t surprising, considering their size), and PEI had zero (very impressive). If anyone is interested in the numbers for the other provinces, please let me know!
Anyways, the trip is over. Michael and I are now decompressing, rehashing stories, and trying to get settled away back at home. Some people are asking what we learned, or if we’ve changed, but I honestly think it’s going to take some time before we understand the scope of what we just accomplished. I honestly cannot believe it myself, and I’m still at the point where I don’t understand what the big deal is. Maybe in a month’s time, I’ll have a better understanding.
So, this is Erin, signing off. You’ve been a wonderful audience, and you’re likely to hear from me again concerning Engen things as I am still editing. But as for travel, well, I think both Michael and I are just very grateful to be home, and we plan on breathing in Atlantic air for a few months at least before we spread our wings again.
Thank you all very much, and God bless you all,