We had grand plans to travel across Ontario in an RV to get to our family reunion in comfort and style, but things went wrong and we found out with two weeks to go that the RV was not so much happening.
Yesterday, suddenly, we were faced with not going on our trip – the trip we had been talking to the kid about all summer. She gets to see her cousins and her Great Grandma and Great Grandpa, so much family, and swimming every day.
Faced with not going, we both decided that we couldn’t just not go, that wasn’t going to work.
So now we’ve moved on to new planning stages – We’ll pack up our car and we’ll pitch a tent across Ontario.
Joe and I have not been camping since before the kid was born. This kid has never slept in a tent. She’s never done a seven hour drive in a car either.
This could be awesome and a great family adventure, or it could be a terrible, terrible memory that haunts us.
I’m leaning towards awesome family adventure, which is unusually optimistic of me.
The fact is that I grew up in Ontario but I didn’t drive across the province until I was 22. Driving across this province gives you a whole new appreciation for what we have here. It’s huge. Seriously. It took me three days to get from Ottawa to the Manitoba border. On day four I drove through Manitoba into Saskatchewan, on day five I was in Alberta.
And I was basically starting in the middle.
It’s a really freaking huge province.
I’m excited to show it to my kid.