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The previous two posts on this blog covered some situations that we encountered once we were back home. Now I’d like to recount the actual trip that we undertook to get back here. The trip had its’ moments!

I know I’m skipping between “I” and “we” a lot. This occurs because I am telling the tale of the trip we took. So, there it is.

We at first thought we might hire a moving company to carry our goods and drive our van across country. But when their ‘estimates’ came in equal to or more than the cost of a U-Haul + fuel, we decided to go the U-Haul route. I’m a driver, and I’ve driven cars, van with trailer, and a 5-ton truck across the Trans-Canada Highway before, so I wanted to do it again.

This is our journey:

Day 1 – Courtenay BC to Abbotsford BC

We went to the U-Haul place and picked up the truck. We lucked out big time – it was almost brand new and was larger than the one we had ordered! This would prove fortuitous because we had more stuff than we thought. Doesn’t that always happen!

We started loading at about 10am and finished around 3pm. We then went down to the U-Haul place to latch on the tandem car-carrier trailer and load our Caravan onto it. We then did sort of a circular spin around the central core of Courtenay and then hit the highway for Nanaimo. We wanted to catch the 7pm ferry for the mainland.

After paying $285.00 for a 35 km trip across the Salish Sea, we drove onto the ferry and reached the mainland just before 10pm. The drive on the Trans-Canada through greater Vancouver was uneventful, until we reached the highway construction before the new Port Mann bridge. It was reduced to 2 narrow lanes with concrete barricades on both sides, no shoulder. Of course, with the combination of an under-powered, fully loaded truck pulling a trailer and me going a little slower because I wasn’t familiar with vehicle or road, everybody was passing me, including big rigs! Jeezuz H Krist. However, we made it through and started the straight stretch for Abbotsford.

Just after 11pm, I pulled off the highway in Abbotsford, one bridge too soon. So there we are driving around town, looking for the damn hotels that I know are there, wife getting more pissed off by the second, when I finally realize I had to go east one bridge. Sometime after 11:30pm we checked into the new Super 8 Hotel in Abbotsford. Nice room! It was a long day.

Day 2 – Abbotsford BC to Golden BC

We didn’t get away from Abbotsford until around 9am, which was OK because then we missed the rush-hour traffic on the Trans-Canada. We stopped for fuel in Hope and then hit the Coquihalla to go over the summit, heading for Kamloops. That’s when the fun began!

There is a transmission control switch on the newer U-Haul trucks called “haul”. You are supposed to turn it on if you are towing a trailer. So, I turned it on. Everything was fine going up to the summit. Slow, but fine. Then we started going down. The engine was acting as a brake for a ways, but then I had to put my foot on the brake to slow down. As soon as I did, “haul” dropped the transmission down a gear. Holy Crap! The engine was screaming. I was terrified to touch the brake pedal again. I didn’t know if I could turn “haul” off while in motion. We were gaining speed. I touched the brake again lightly, and luckily it didn’t drop down another gear, but the engine screamed all the way down.

We bypassed Merritt and went straight to Kamloops, where I could stop and experiment with the “haul” control switch a little. Turns out, you can switch back and forth while moving, so that solved that problem. We carried on, saw a big rig accident just past Salmon Arm, stopped in Revelstoke for a bit, then went over the Rogers Pass without incident, pulling into Golden around 7pm. We checked into the Super 8 because the Abbotsford one was so nice. The Golden one was not. Live and learn!

Day 3 – Golden BC to Swift Current SK

Morning in Golden, which is on Alberta time. I woke up and was sure it was after 6am. I made Charlotte get up because I wanted to cover as much ground as possible this day. We were supposed to be in Shilo Manitoba early afternoon the next day. We get dressed and go out to get breakfast. I remarked that it seemed awfully dark for 6:30am, it was weird. Turns out, it was 5:30am! And none of the restaurants were open yet, except the good old Husky. Once again, the wife was pissed off! I still remind her of this from time to time. She calls me names.

So we set off from Golden, get through the construction on the Trans-Canada, do the hairpin turns and come to one of the most beautiful sites in all of Canada. An engineering marvel! The new Kicking Horse Bridge. You really have to drive over it to get the true feeling, but this picture might help.

This is looking east coming from Golden. It is a long, long, long way down from that bridge deck to the river below. Just gorgeous. You must make the drive some time. It is worth it!

We carry on, passing through Banff National Park. Absolutely breathtaking. Then the Trans-Canada levels out and we’re trucking towards our once-upon-a-time home of Calgary. With no time to spare, we pass on through Calgary and cruise all the way through Alberta, arriving at Swift Current early in the evening. We took our chances and checked into the Super 8. Very nice! Charlotte got to go in the pool, which was bonus points for me, and they had an excellent breakfast room with big screen TVs. Quite enjoyable.

Day 4 – Swift Current SK to Brandon (Shilo) MB

Here’s a little video of “Morning in Swift Current”, showing our rig. You can just barely see Charlotte sitting in the truck, already reading her book. She doesn’t like driving across the country.

 Heading out, cruising east on the Trans-Canada, we stop at Moose Jaw (over the decades, we’ve ALWAYS stopped at Moose Jaw), and carry on through Regina, rolling into Manitoba in the early afternoon. Then we hit them. Powerful thunderstorms! Lightening! Pounding rain! The sky was jet black. And suddenly, as we approached Brandon, the skies cleared.

We made it onto CFB Shilo just after 4pm. Oldest son Brian and his new bride Kristy made us a delicious BBQ dinner. We found an empty parking lot on the base to park the rig and had a wonderful visit.

Day 5 – Shilo MB to Kenora ON

We were originally going to stay at Brian’s through Day 5, but we were due at our youngest sons’ in Sault Ste Marie early on Day 7. I started calculating how far it was and how fast we could get there, and decided I needed a head start. So we called ahead and made a reservation at a hotel Brian suggested in Kenora and set off down the highway once again about 3pm, arriving at our hotel around 7pm.

It turns out, the hotel was on the far east side of Kenora, and there weren’t any restaurants, just a KFC and a McDonald’s. Charlotte was none too happy. She detests both of them. Eventually she decided that MickeyD’s was the lesser of two evils, and in we went. Happily (pun intended), she was content with her salad and cappuccino frappichino thingy drink. We finished up and I absent-mindedly wandered out the door. What a surprise I got!

So here’s the setup. It was late, and dark. I came out of that door on the right, crossed the drivethru and stopped on the concrete walk to wait for Charlotte. Something moved in my peripheral vision and I looked to my right. A big black bear was standing right at that garbage can, this side of where that red car is. Yikes!! A healthy young adult, beautiful coat of fur. I quickly turned and walked back inside, exclaiming “There’s a bear out there!” All the employees ran over to the drivethru window and looked out. One guy says “Oh ya, they come around all the time trying to get in the garbage cans.”

A car pulled in the lot and started flashing the high beams at the bear, slowly forcing it back up into the treeline. The bear finally ran up into the trees, and we went across the lot to our hotel room. Our rig was parked around back of the hotel, up against that treeline. Later that night, Char asked me to go out to the truck and get something for her. No way! I wasn’t going back out there in the dark! Exciting times.

Day 6 – Kenora ON to Schreiber ON

After all the excitement the night before, it was an uneventful day driving across Northern Ontario. We went through Dryden, many hours later passed Thunder Bay, Nipigon and stopped in Schreiber for an early supper. We were hoping to make it as far as White River that night, or at least Marathon. Unfortunately, events in other peoples’ lives brought our trip to a dead stop for that day.

An hour before we got to Schreiber, a high speed police (OPP) chase went through town, heading east. They were after some yahoo who was leading them on a merry chase. They raced through Terrace Bay, going towards Marathon, when the yahoo crashed his car and killed himself. So, the highway was closed down for the rest of the night for the big investigation. We couldn’t go anywhere. We checked into this old, old motel where we had eaten our supper. I think that motel had its’ busiest night in a long, long time that night! Quite a few people stayed there.

Day 7 – Schreiber ON to Sault Ste Marie ON

We had farther to drive this day than we had planned, so I put the pedal to the metal and hung on to the steering wheel for dear life. We were crawling up one hill, which curved to the left, revealing this beautiful panorama of Lake Superior. I pulled the rig off to the wide shoulder (I guess a lot of people pull over there) and got out to shoot some film. Or, put some 1′s and 0′s on the hard drive. The video of the lake scene is on my YouTube channel, if you want to see it. But here is a few seconds of Charlotte getting out of the truck, and my attempt to film the very red rock face along the highway.

 

We rolled into Sault Ste Marie around 4pm and stopped to stay overnight with our youngest son Drew and his girlfriend Dana. Once again, we were served a marvelous supper that Drew made! It was delicious. We had a very nice stay. It was hard to leave the next morning. But we had to get the rental truck and trailer unloaded and returned to U-Haul.

Day 8 – Sault Ste Marie ON to Alliston ON

Our last leg. I had made this trip many times through the decades. Not much has changed up there! I recognized all the little towns we drove through. We went right into Sudbury to get food and fuel, not taking the bypass.

While we were driving along on Lorne Street, I think, there’s this flat deck truck ahead carrying a forklift, the kind with the big tires. I guess a chain broke or came loose, but the forklift started falling off the shoulder side of the flatdeck. And the guy didn’t stop! The forklift toppled off the deck and I guess one chain held on, so there’s sand and stones flying everywhere from this forklift being dragged along the shoulder. Finally the guy stopped. Boy, did he have some ‘spainin to do, Lucy!

We carried on, stopping in Parry Sound, then stopping at Charlottes’ parents in Orillia for supper. Setting off on the highway once again, we arrived in Alliston as the sun was setting, welcomed by our good friends, Nancy and Tim.

The next morning, Day 9, I backed the Caravan down off the trailer, we unloaded the truck, and returned them to U-Haul. We filled that garage, front to back, to the roof with all our stuff! We stayed here for 6 weeks.

A continuation of the story can be seen in this post and then this post. There is more still to be written.

Stay tuned

 

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We are settled back into our hometown now. We have been wandering for 6 years, but a combination of the lack of employment opportunities where we have been (with causes that are far too numerous to mention here) and the serious illness of parents drew us back to the homestead.

The old hometown

Orillia Ontario Canada

Not that we are having any more success here on the employment front. When you are +/- 60 it is virtually impossible to get past the first hurdle of employer review of submitted resumes to even get to an interview. If they even get a whiff that you are ‘mature’ or have not worked for as little as a few weeks, your submission gets set aside immediately.

Why do they do that? Because they can. Unemployment and underemployment are so high, employers don’t have to consider anyone except those whom they judge to be their perfect candidates. And quite often they’re wrong in that judgement and soon after they have to repeat the process. Except they do the same thing again, expecting a different result. That’s the definition of insanity, isn’t it?

However, the lack of productive employment will give me the opportunity to write more posts here. Expect the unexpected.

Cheers!

 

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The Laurel-Hardy Murder Case

DVD cover of The Laurel-Hardy Murder Case

Back in the late 50′s and through the 60′s, when I was a little younger than today, one of my favourite TV shows was Laurel & Hardy. They made famous a highly misquoted saying, spoken by Oliver Hardy to Stan Laurel - “Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!” in their 1930 film The Laurel-Hardy Mystery Case. It was usually Oliver who created the mess in the first place, but he would always blame Stanley.

I know that I have always said it as – “Well Stanley, here’s another fine mess you’ve gotten us into!” That’s probably the most common variation, and stems from their 1930 film titled Another Fine Mess.

However you say it, the meaning is the same.

(Just as an aside, the exclamation D’oh! was first uttered in many of the Laurel & Hardy films by Scottish actor James Finlayson. What is old, becomes new again!)

Getting back to my main theme, another fine mess, I want to talk about my current situation, how I got myself into it, why I’m in it, and issue a warning to anyone else contemplating following my steps into the abyss.

Back in 2006 (which sure seems like ‘the old days’ now), my wife and I were both gainfully employed in reasonable secure full-time jobs that we enjoyed. For 17 years, we had been living in a “wonderful” old 1920′s 2-story red brick house where we had raised our children and were close to family and friends. (I put ‘wonderful’ in quotations because anyone who has owned one of these knows how much work it is to keep up!) We should still be there.

In late 2005, my very talented brother decided (along with some other magnificent musicians) to launch a Pink Floyd tribute band and tour around western Canada playing in theatres. The legacy of this project can be seen on the All In All It’s Just… website (which I designed and built, btw). I was the Manager of all things, from bookings to bookkeeping.

I was very excited about the project and wanted to be part of it, so in May 2006 we left our jobs, packed up our worldly goods, and moved lock-stack-and-barrel to the Comox Valley on Vancouver Island where my brother lived. The project was an artistic success, if not a monetary success. We had some great times and developed some lasting memories.

My wife had been hired by a non-profit organization in late 2006 and absolutely loved her job. She had made many friends through her employment and thoroughly enjoyed it. I was employed at a company for 2 years and while enjoying the job and my co-workers immensely, I had to leave in late 2009 because of: 1) stress caused by dysfunctional management, and 2) a head injury I suffered while on that job, an injury that I did not recognize as serious at the time, but which impaired my thought processes, unbeknownst to me. In spite of attending a 3 month job-hunt training program in early 2010, I was unable to find any further employment.

In early summer 2011, my wife was unfairly and callously released from her position because of a dysfunctional Board Of Directors. All of her co-workers and associated colleagues at other organizations were outraged by this action, but the deed was done and there was no going back. Through various government-funded job search organizations, she began investigating employment openings in the same general field, but was told not to expect to find one any earlier than perhaps a year and a half in that geographical area.

We had both become disenchanted with the general atmosphere and cultural disposition of the people, which was pervasive in the Comox Valley. (As my wife remarked many times, the people in the Valley were ‘dfferent’. You can take from that what you wish.) I discussed moving out of the Comox Valley with her, and the sum of it was: she didn’t really want to leave, but would; she didn’t want to move elsewhere on the Island; nowhere else in BC met her liking; she didn’t want to settle in Alberta, Saskatchewan, or Manitoba; so that left Ontario. She didn’t want to return to our hometown of Orillia because she believed that it had degenerated over the years; she didn’t want to move to a big city; so we finally settled on Alliston, because she had a good friend there and we both thought employment prospects were good.

So, once again, we packed up all our worldly goods and travelled 4,500 KMs overland to Alliston. For some reason, my wife had the idea that Alliston was a larger center with all the amenities. She never mentioned this to me, so I was never able to correct her. After staying there for a couple of weeks with her friend, she decided that she didn’t want to live in Alliston because it was too small and there wasn’t any public transit to get around. After further discussion, we decided that Barrie held the best prospects for us, as it was billed as one of the fastest growing cities in Canada and was purportedly “booming”.

Not quite.

After we had already found a place to live in Barrie, and before we had even physically moved into Barrie, the story broke that in fact, Barrie had the highest official unemployment rate in the country at 11.7%. Wonderful. Just, wonderful. And this has born out to be truthful. After literally months of scouring job sites, emailing resumes, faxing resumes, dropping off resumes at various locations, uploading resumes to various online employment sites, joining employment agencies, going to courses, obtaining or upgrading licenses and certificates, our job hunt has been a complete failure. Not even a nibble. Not even a call back for a first interview. Nada. Nothing. My wife is despondent and her spirit is broken.

Now, time has run out, along with our cash. Every minute of every day now, my wife mutters to herself; “Well Randy, this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into!”

Yup. I done did it this time. We’re screwed.

So, what lessons can I provide to others? Well, these are them, as I see it:

  • There is high unemployment out there, much much higher than what the “official government statistics” state.
  • Remember that this is not the same economic/employment world as it was prior to 2008. Profits are up, but employers are realizing that they can get higher profits without hiring additional personnel. They are not hiring.
  • Do not believe that Ontario is the economic engine of the country and that there are jobs for the asking, because it is not and there are not.
  • Politicians (Governments) do not care about you.
  • Of you are a Boomer looking for a job in this current economic/employment malaise, you will most likely not get hired. Most businesses/organizations are owned or managed by Gen X’ers and staffed with Millennials. They will not hire you.
  • The grass is not greener on the other side of the fence (or the country). I’m sure most of you have already learned this lesson, one way or the other.
  • If you suffer a head injury of any significance, go to a doctor and demand a full diagnosis and treatment plan. Tell your significant other that, if you suffer a head injury and don’t seem to be thinking straight, they should insist that you go to a doctor, even if you don’t believe anything is wrong.
  • If you know someone who is unemployed and looking for a job, actively become involved. Give them suggestions, ask around for them, ask your friends for them, ask your bosses for them. Don’t just lay back and do nothing, using the excuse that it’s none of your business and they’ll take care of themselves. You need to care about others.

I hope that with this missive I am able to prevent even one person from making similar mistakes/misjudgments that I have made. I hope that it isn’t all for naught.

You all take care of yourselves, and remember to care about others. They need you. My wife and I will continue our struggles and end up somewhere, together or apart. Life will go on.

May the Good Fairy spread bippy dust on your dreams.

 

Sunset Over Comox

 

 

 

 

 

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If You Are Unhappy

Posted by admin on September 1, 2011
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Once upon a time there was a nonconforming sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter.

However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the little sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end. But, the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing. Just then a large cat came by and, hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds.

The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird and promptly ate him.

The moral of the story:

  1. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
  2. Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend.
  3. And, if you’re warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!

[Author Unknown]

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Puppies!

Posted by admin on August 31, 2011
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Testing the ability to plug in video content here

So, there it is.

R

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