2,789 kilometres in 25 hours. Not bad. The Chicago route is definitely the way to go. Could have shaved a couple more hours off the trip too, had I NOT chosen to try and cross the border on a Friday morning (90 minutes lost), or hit Chicago at rush hour (another hour). I did 130-140 km/h most of the way, and it was a super easy drive. Two to three lanes right up to Fargo, and then it was a nice easy two lane for the last part of the trip. Spent the night in Eau Claire, Wisconsin and pulled into Regina at 8:30pm.
I really enjoyed the trip. Logged a few hours driving in complete silence – no radio on. Lots of time to do nothing but think. Yoga for the mind. I thought about people in my life. I thought about people who are no longer in my life. I thought about my play. I thought about my career. I thought about my mistakes. I even spent a little bit of time pondering my triumphs, but not too much.
Once I crossed back into Canada, I picked up the phone to chat up old friends. I was shocked to see that half my contacts list are Toronto folk now. When did that happen?
Driving through Regina was also different somehow. I’m used to Toronto’s slow pace. Driving 5 kms in TO takes awhile, depending on where you’re going, and how you’re getting there. In Regina, everything is 20 minutes, tops. Toronto’s drivers are better, patient and more courteous. It’s the only way to be, or traffic will be fucked up for everyone, everywhere. In Regina, signalling to change lanes is like giving away your position. People scramble to take the lane away, or honk if there’s anything less that a 100 yards between you. Forget about letting someone in, or making a left in front of oncoming traffic. Cue the horns. Regina drivers are a completely unreasonable mass of humanity, generally speaking.
It’s good to be home. I am excited about immersing myself into the festival this week. I am excited to catch up with old friends. Mom fed me home-made shepherds pie last night, and home-made beef stew is on the menu tonight. I’m sitting in Grama’s living room right now. Sometime soon, I’m going to snag myself a pint of Guinness at O’Hanlon’s. Hope to see a few familiar faces there too.