I heard her scream as the SUV in front swerved, lost control, and fishtailed right in front of us on the highway. It was a definite head-on. With a total white-out on Highway 1 it was inevitable despite the fog lights that I had turned on.
I knew better not to slam the brakes and end up fishtailing, or even worse, rolling over; Instead pumped on the Power 4-wheel disc brakes in the Ford Explorer, hoping that the nearly foot long ground clearance was well below the limits of vehicle tilt. And no less thanks to the adaptive cruise control feature, the auto brakes had already begun to slow the vehicle before I reacted.
It stuck like cleats on grass turf. Must have been the SNOW MODE All Wheel Driving setting that I had set it to earlier that did it. No, missed. Missed. Yes, but close call.
Pulled over to the side. Wasn’t sure if that was also safe thing to do or not given the number of incidents of snow ditch collisions I had already seen on the Highway. But at least we were safe.
The week was going tough. It was the small things. Its always the small things. They snowball. She and I were always picking on the small things. “Why did I forget this”, “Why did you not tell me before”.
It was exhausting 9 hour drive from Calgary to Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Hungry. David Wald had told us to stop in Moose Jaw. We did not know what to expect.
Now that was unexpected.
This place was open. Figured skip the fast foods and try something local. This used to be the former Land Titles Office in town.
There was the internal dialogue to deal with. Constant noise of the voice. Always judging. The future looked uncertain as so many variables were left unsettled on the table. This led to lack of empathy, which further led to constant bickering. Almost -35 degrees Celsius with the windchill outside. Its as if the weather knew the exact emotions inside and life was imitating the soul.
Hmm, interesting. Warm. Definitely warm(er)!
The artist collective in here consists of several local, regional and pan-Canadian artists. Usually walking through art galleries is a formidable affair – either you can or you can’t (if you get my hint).
It wasn’t like that here. Now this was a treat for the soul.
We heard about the Temple Garden Mineral Spa. Definitely a stop. And quite unexpected indeed.
Good thing the built-in navigation system in the Ford Explorer has every little lane-way available, though it took me a while to fumble around with the quadrants concept. This turned out to be the savior – not just for usual GPS and navigational purpose, but also for discovering the wall art works and murals everywhere in this town. But it is not obvious. They are hidden in nooks and lane-ways. Like a treasure hunt, it requires an adventurous mind to seek them out.
Color is everywhere here.
And just when the unexpected was expected, the unexpected appeared.
Al Capone, the famous bootlegger gangster of Chicago’s prohibition era, had visited Moose Jaw. The bootleg liquor was manufactured in these tunnels that still exist underground. The entire narrative is recreated in live motion with props and local actors.
She holds my hands and whispers “I think its going to be just fine! Everything will be alright”.