Tired of Traveling

Diary of a Mad-Fat-Traveling-Woman

Left Prince George this morning.

On our way farther up north.

Legs need to stretch.

Back needs to rest.

Finished the only book I didn’t pack within the first hour of the drive. Bummer.

Crochet project finished. Need polyfill, but it of course, is packed.

Baby needs to be entertained.

Play peek-a-boo for the bazillionth time.

Stop playing peek-a-boo for two seconds to get a water from the cooler…

By the look of baby’s face, wonder if he needs to be changed.

By the smell, know for sure we need to stop.

Few minutes of peace out of the truck at a beautiful rest area.

Back in the truck; we’ve got more miles than daylight.

On the drive watch out for wildlife.

Honey, don’t hit that bear!

Hold my breath as a little bear cub runs across the road in front of us.

Thanks little guy for stopping and posing long enough for me to take a picture.

Stop once again, this time for Mama.

See the sign and realize how far north we really are.

Change baby into pajamas.

Curse the light outside. Assumed it was 5 and realized it was 8 pm!

Entertain baby once again.

Coax him into closing his eyes, even with the bright daylight shining outside.

Enter Stewart BC and grow more anxious as I read the sign and realize in two days we’ve seen all but 3 of the items listed on the “Watch For” entry.

Look closer at the map and cringe (as the clock reads 10:30 pm) and we see where we are to where we need to be.

Inhale quickly as a Mama bear and two cubs race across the road in front of us.

Almost cause my husband to crash as I shout for him to stop.

Get an amazingly close shot at Mama bear and realize, she’s taller when protecting her cubs.

Think for the first time how I could relate to a bear.

Ooh and Aw at little bear cubs high in the tree.

Resist the urge to run up and pet said baby bear cubs.

Settle instead for simply naming them in my head. Resolve to buy a stuffed animal one day.

Thank husband once again for my camera- and for being able to stop the truck quickly without harm.

Even though clock reads 12am, light outside sings a different tune.

Decide to give in and listen to our bodies as they scream for us to stop.

Realize there is no where to stop.

Stumble upon a small (operative word; small) area known as Iskut.

Guess on the pronunciation until we decide it is simply, “Biscuit minus the ‘B’”.

Praise heaven above when we realize this tiny stretch of land has a hotel.

Ring the bell at 1 in the morning and hope the owner isn’t upset.

Realize we may be his one and only tenants for the year so don’t worry about waking him up.

Sleep for the first time in 15 hours.

Get up in the morning just to do it all over again.

Grateful for the short rest in a little land called Iskut.

Enjoyed playing with the owner’s new husky puppy, Cinnamon.

Remember how much Phi loves Puppies.

Realize how much they like her too.

Play with Cinnamon before heading back on the road.

Sigh as once again we get back in the truck.

Smile as I read the sign that says our destination only 30 killometers away!

Love, Tired of Traveling