I didn’t take any photographs that first day of driving. What was to archive? I wasn’t a tourist. I didn’t feel the way I felt driving east. Max needed to pee and I needed to sort out why I had taken the exit on Thickson Road instead of going south to the next one. I figured quickly that it didn’t really matter. Pulling off of the 401 and anticipating going north, somehow brought emotions up for me. This cry was a weepy private shedding of a few tears…it was nothing dramatic, just enough that I had to remove my glasses because my eye lashes had mucked my lenses up. The 401 and the Tim Horton’s parking lots of Canada hold no real intimacy. I hoped that the secondary road would be kinder.
A rough-looking guy, once asked, pointed north and told me just to drive through Whitby, I’d get onto the right highway. I felt his directions a tad sketchy, but followed them anyway.