Chapter 2 - Across Canada - only halfway!

The map shows that we are only about half way across the country and I feel like we have been driving forever. I had no idea Canada was this big. I remember from school the word Canada means “village” in Huron or Iroquois or some Indian tribe from the east, but couldn’t someone have checked out how big this village was first before they agreed on the name?

The farms are gone and now it’s endless rock, trees and lakes. Big lakes. ‘Great Lakes’ in fact. All this water reminded me of home, although it always looks like high tide until I remember that there are no tides on lakes. It seems to me like it will take at least two years to get through Ontario. I saw a sign in front of a shop by the road that said “Amethysts. Eggs. Ice. Bait.” I thought that was hilarious. Imagine being an amethyst miner. You’d have to be big and burly so you weren’t bullied by the other kinds of miners.

Mom and Dad are fighting more than usual. Or not really fighting, just kind of arguing. Once when Mom was getting the picnic bag organized Dad said, “Put my wallet at the bottom. Then I don’t have to carry it.”

“I’ve done that.”

“What?”

“I’ve done that. I always do that. It’s done.”

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘So?’ I did what you told me to do you idiot.”

Stuff like that. All the time.