September 2018

It just goes on, forever.

Crossed by wary wild things.

And some smaller but bolder. This bundle of frenetic energy is a mink, a small, water-loving member of the weasel family.

It is so intent on its quest that it almost ignores me.

Spruce grouse keep watch on their own stretch of highway.

If there are any bats in the batbox, they are certainly asleep.

And the road – it just continues, rolling out of the park gate and into the rural provinces beyond.

You can never really know a path like this. As soon as you reach one end, the beginning has reinvented itself with the seasons and you have to start all over again.

Constant travelling. Constant learning. Life on the Canadian roads.