The Matrix and a Judgemental Prairie Dog – ECSTATICALLY ALONE TOUR

The road from Winnipeg to Regina is the same from beginning to end.
Do not pass go, do not collect $200 Canadian Dollars.
While this section of the TransCanada has real charm, comfort and a warm, coziness about it that is undeniable, at one point, during my almost six hour drive, I started to feel like I was in prairie version of The Matrix…wheat field, wheat field, wheat field wheat field, grain silo, grain silo, grain silo, Tim Horton’s, Tim Horton’s, Tim Horton’s…and then, when I pulled over to make sure that my bike was okay on the rack…

…the roads are so BUMPY, so it was really shifting around…like really bumpy…both in Manitoba and Saskatchewan…thump, thump, thump…I’m not saying Sherbourne Street in TO is any better…but you don’t have to drive on it for 600kms…what a Toronto thing to say, right?…ug, I hate/love us…

…anyhow, I pulled off the road to check the bike and the rack.
I was down on the ground, tightening the nuts (yes, I said it…and I laughed) on the rack (lol), and I looked over, and there, staring at me, was a Prairie Dog.
An honest to god Prairie Dog.

It was standing on its hind legs, just looking at me, not moving an inch, with super intense, beady eyes.
It was like he was a-judging, his paws held out in front of him, both hanging down at the wrists, saying, “Girl, what the fuck are you doing?”

And I answered his silent question, while laying in the dirt off Highway #1…

Me: I don’t know…I just thought this trip would be fun…not everything has to have a purpose, you know.

The prairie dog rolled its eyes…I swear to god…and scuttled away.
Maybe…just MAYBE…I was projecting a bit.
Maybe.
A lot of thoughts pass around inside of you, when you are by yourself, on the road.
When the Matrix of the Prairie is rolling by, the mind has space to worry, ruminate, and dream.
There is a lot of time to think, and after a life of almost everything having purpose and a worry to go with it, it’s strange to just take off, to venture forth…just because.
It almost feels decadent, over indulgent.
But, again, not everything has to have a purpose.

Today’s drive was non-eventful and the sun was my companion for the entire 6 hours, well, my other companion…after that judgemental prairie dog.

This was the most interesting thing that happened today:

The women were so joyous.
And the dudes who were on their speakers, in a restaurant? Not so joyous.
Just loud.

That’s it.
That’s the post.
No biggie…just a regular ole day.
Gratitude for just a regular ole day, abounds.

Namaste.