There is no difference apparent between Northern Idaho and Southern BC, but I pretend I can feel it, being back in my home country. Like a scent I told myself lingered on the breeze. I drove along the winding highway in the dark. At this time of night, few were about. The trucks had mostly pulled to the side of the road, respecting the low point in the human biorhythm. I paid attention to the shoulders of the road, minding the chance of deer in the night, or even moose. I was feeling tired, but figured I could get a few more kilometers yet.
The border crossing so recently behind me had gone fairly well. The guard had raised his eyebrows at the long curve of my stilt springs, just peeking out from under my coat. I had flung the coat off, and tried to describe the joys of costuming. THe guard merely furrowed his eyebrows and asked my why I was crossing this quiet border point in the middle of the night. Clearly this man had a car with AC. If he had to suffer the piercing sun on these vinyl seats, he would find night travel preferable as well.
My mind was yanked back to the road by a looming shape in the fringe of the trees. I could see the bare outline of the sliver moon on a majestic shape. It’s shaggy outline blurred in the night mist. I slowed, keeping my eyes on the shape, preparing to slam on the brakes if it decided to cross the road. You never could tell with these things.
It was about then that I realized I was eyeing a massive boulder on the edge of the trees. This boulder was not even possessing antlers. It was rather mossy and majestic, however.
Perhaps it was time for a nap.
Wherever you are, Be There 