How often in my life, in search of bliss, have I hoped to develop an interest in an activity that would bring me into symbiosis with nature and calm my nerves. Such as ornithology or mycology.
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I could have become a fan of the Toronto Blue Jays, or franchised a FunGuyz store, and/or sold magic mushrooms illegally.
In this quest for reassurance, I’ve even signed up for a cooking class, but my inability to make béchamel sauce is killing me.
I also read Krishnamurti. But I could never apply his theory of distancing from the event. On the contrary, I have always had a tendency to blend in with the crowd.
In short, I have never managed to move into the idyllic or more or less transcendental.
So I had a lot of hope on my popular tour in VR (recreational vehicle).
To get in the mood, I listened to the very beautiful song by Pierre Flynn: Sur la route.
“I’ll be Brando, you’ll be Marilyn…. On the road, driving at night with nicotine, you don’t need much…”
I felt that!
So much so that, like a compulsive newbie, I managed to buy 1000 balls worth of Gugusses from the perfect explorer before I left. A real madman. But I won’t tell you about the artillery I had to destroy the first mosquito that shows itself to me!
However, the initial atmosphere was a bit difficult as the person (person) accompanying me left me feeling like I had mild cognitive problems.
First, she denied me the right to drive the 24 foot long beast that was the RV on the grounds that I was already dangerous with two arms, so imagine with just one! As a reminder, I had one in a cast.
She didn’t even flinch when I reminded her that I had attended and graduated from the Jim Russell driving school in Mont-Tremblant, racing cars, Formula 1600 and 2000.
She shamelessly questioned the value of the diploma and added that she didn’t want to know my driving record before this promotion.
Such useless pettiness!
She also prevented me from pressing any buttons because she was convinced that I could blow anything up, even though the laws of chemistry made that hypothesis almost impossible.
Almost…she chewed on me and praised my talent for innovation.
Since I no longer have a personality since I retired and have become a creature of love, I ignored these insults as deaf as a snipe. Krishnamurti would have been proud of me.
First stop on the trip: on the banks of the Nicolet River. And there the car’s air conditioning keeps coughing and turning off.
Misery!
Now, let’s calm down, calm down and take a deep breath…
And we hesitate, it’s cool and we’ll see later that the heat wave in Quebec is an unusual phenomenon.
Otherwise, I had time to observe and notice that there were two types of caravanners: the sedentary and the wandering.
The sedentary is characterized by being in the same place that it has occupied for years, as close as possible to a plant cover. There he pays his seasonal rent, which he wants to increase with inflation, without having the right to an arbitration procedure before the Administrative Housing Tribunal, which leaves room for all the abuses of the owners, such as a wild eviction to accommodate a fellow brother – law.
He’s easy to spot and has decorated his trailer’s surroundings to make him feel at home, including the Christmas lights, which presumably become a beacon at night.
He can be recognized by his brown complexion, patiently lulled by the sun, and his rather energetic nature.
The hiker always looks restless, the expression of someone who doesn’t want to miss anything during their two-week annual vacation or the rare nice summer weekend.
With the members of his tribe, he usually sits in the full sun, without a living tree, together like a ribeye under the grill in the oven. But that doesn’t seem to bother him as he probably thinks that after enduring the harsh winter he wouldn’t go without a few extra UV rays. He usually has scarlet skin, an obviously temporary color.
The Itinerant also brings more offspring with him than the Resident, although the latter obviously has a larger RRSP account.
And know that if you don’t have the ultimate gem: the take-home golf kart, no birdie target, you’ll be disrespected in this enduring community. Nature is health! At least they’re electric and could save the planet.
With all due respect to Québec Solidaire, the fashionable caravan is referred to as a “fifth wheel” which, once “unlocked”, leaves the F-150 truck free to drive smoothly and take advantage of the golf cart in the next IPCC (Intergovernmental) to replace report of the Panel on Climate Change).
Disappointment, I didn’t see anyone playing the famous horseshoe game. I assume that in the techno age it is now played on mobile phones here too…
Everything went well on this tour of Quebec: Notre-Dame-du-Bon-Conseil, Lac-Mégantic, Oka, but halfway the temperature reached 30 degrees and more in Saguenay. Lake Kénogami like in the Sahara.
We tried to ignore it, but the air conditioning broke and the stay immediately became an ordeal.
Since the fuses were short and we were cursing the gods of refrigeration, we did neither one nor two and packed up and headed to the Yukon!
It’s all tragic because the trip could have been a reliving, but on the contrary, it mostly reminded me that wild camping really isn’t for me.
Once a luxury hen, always a luxury hen!
Between us
Although she didn’t want me to touch anything, the person tried to make me do a crappy task, voiding, which I had to do on my own, she washed her hands off. Brave, I defended myself. There will be two or not all of them! Courage, that’s what it looks like, friends, and that’s how people free themselves!