long drives.

i came to a sad realization on the drive up to Vernon yesterday. the drive from Abbotsford to Vernon is about 4 hours (3:50, to be exact). A flight to Ontario is about the same amount of time. Cost difference? About $400. Krikee. I guess one advantage of sitting alone in a car for four hours is that one has time to reflect on such realities. and then write a poem:

An Ode to Jetsgo

Oh, Jetsgo,
Why did you have to ... go?
You had the best prices
And now we're in crisis
As prices have soared
Too much for the poor.
Oh Jetsgo,
Why did you have to go?

so here i am, driving along the coquihalla highway, passing by mountains and mountains and rivers and trees. lots of trees. you know how on drives like that, you kind of zone out and find yourself just driving but not really paying attention to what's going on around you? i found a cure for that. while in 'the zone', manicuring by teeth, i looked up. i don't know how i saw it ... come to think of it, i don't know how i missed it. standing on the shoulder of the highway was a rather large deer. i'm talking a foot from the solid white line that separates the driving lane from the shoulder. you know, the line that we humans are trained not to cross over unless we have our four-way blinkers on and / or are missing a tire. deer don't follow driving rules, and hence, this deer probably didn't understand why there was a white line beneath it's hooves. we had a moment, this deer and i. we literally looked in eachother's eyes. and while i'm quite thankful it ran the other way, i'm not sure why it did. was it because it realized it was no match for my super swift? or was it because i yelled 'Holy Shit!' so loud that my words frightened it off? at any rate, it kept me out of 'the zone' for the remainder of the trip. hello Vernon!