For a long time I had a dream about going to British Columbia. It was the middle of summer and probably a good time to be hiking across the prairies. I had made it to Toronto and spent most of the month of June staying with Roy and Sue. While there I had taken on the task of turning their unfinished basement into a guest room, recreation room, and laundry room. After I finished, Roy asked if what I would like for payment for my labor. Half in jest, I blurted, “A pound of pot would be nice.” Roy took it seriously and provided a kilo brick of fine Mexican imported marijuana that day. With that in my pack I mentioned, “I think it’s time to head out west.” Roy added, “ I figured as much. I hope you have an exellent trip.” He then drove me to the highway. Before, heading out west, I headed to Ottawa to visit and share some of my fortune with Richard and Lisa. I was adverse to the idea of selling drugs, figuring it was bad karma. However, I would share. On my visit, Lisa drove me to a pleasant park along the banks of the Rideau Canal. It provided a wonderful setting to contemplate my next endeavor. It was here I met Terry, who would become my traveling companion all the way to Vancouver.
The air throughout the park was filled with the pungent odor of burning marijuana. It seemed a safe place to enjoy a smoke. I had twisted up a joint and carried it over to the gorgeous young blonde woman sitting by herself. I used a common greeting, “Wanna smoke one?” She agreed. I sat down and sparked up the joint which we shared. Terry told me she was on her way from her native Quebec to Vancouver. It was imperative that she be there on Monday morning. She had an appointment with the Unemployment Bureau, that if missed, would make her ineligible to collect. She had used all her money to purchase a bus ticket to Calgary. This would still leave her far short of her destination. Seeing that it was already late afternoon Thursday, time was beginning to squeeze. I quickly figured if we stayed on the road, we could likely make it on time. I offered to accompany her hitching a ride. I even suggested that if she could get a refund on her bus ticket, her funds would be enough to cover our expenses and my stash of pot would be enough to cover our discomfort and angst.
My friend Lisa showed up and drove us around Ottawa to assemble our gear for our journey. Terry had to pick up her pack and then we had to go to the bus station to exchange her ticket for cash. That happened without a hitch and we became well funded. We then had to return to Lisa’s to pick up my pack. Lisa and Richard hosted us a fine dinner before setting out on the road. We began our journey while there was still four or five hours of daylight. That gave us a heads up on finding a lengthy ride to start our adventure.
The air throughout the park was filled with the pungent odor of burning marijuana. It seemed a safe place to enjoy a smoke. I had twisted up a joint and carried it over to the gorgeous young blonde woman sitting by herself. I used a common greeting, “Wanna smoke one?” She agreed. I sat down and sparked up the joint which we shared. Terry told me she was on her way from her native Quebec to Vancouver. It was imperative that she be there on Monday morning. She had an appointment with the Unemployment Bureau, that if missed, would make her ineligible to collect. She had used all her money to purchase a bus ticket to Calgary. This would still leave her far short of her destination. Seeing that it was already late afternoon Thursday, time was beginning to squeeze. I quickly figured if we stayed on the road, we could likely make it on time. I offered to accompany her hitching a ride. I even suggested that if she could get a refund on her bus ticket, her funds would be enough to cover our expenses and my stash of pot would be enough to cover our discomfort and angst.
My friend Lisa showed up and drove us around Ottawa to assemble our gear for our journey. Terry had to pick up her pack and then we had to go to the bus station to exchange her ticket for cash. That happened without a hitch and we became well funded. We then had to return to Lisa’s to pick up my pack. Lisa and Richard hosted us a fine dinner before setting out on the road. We began our journey while there was still four or five hours of daylight. That gave us a heads up on finding a lengthy ride to start our adventure.
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