My Summer Trip to Canada & Montana
While you know from my last post ‘Making Lemonade out of Lemons”… that my summer trip to Canada started off with some challenges to triumph through… we quickly got affirmation of the bliss that being together would provide.
First we were asked to switch seats on our direct to Spokane and I had soooo much legroom that my long legs couldn’t touch the seat in front of me! My son was stoked, snuggled and enjoyed his MLB13 the Show creating himself in the baseball games and cheering out loud throughout the flight.
I rented a really cool new Suburu Qutback that was so comfy on my bum… that before you knew it a Sheriff was on that cute ass of mine… yet I sweet talked my way out of that … thank God. By the time we arrived in Rossland, BC, my nephews were parked down the road on their bikes waiting for our arrival and raced beside us into the driveway. We packed up and headed to Christina Lake to their boat only access cabin, with no wifi, no electricity, no cell coverage… We docked just in time to enjoy a massive storm and lightening that was instantly followed by a sizzling crackle of thunder.
The kids swam almost 6 hours a day, maybe more. I got a great tan, paddle boarded, skied, went on this tube thing that gave me mild whiplash yet I have to admit I screamed with delight. Meals in the outdoors somehow taste better as does a cold beer or hot coffee in the morning. The outhouse was a steep trek up the hill and good for my glutes. My brother in law would often take the kids to the marina or tubing so that my sis and I could work out on the deck and connect. She does that P90 thing and I do my pole dancing erotic workout moves… so cool that I don’t hide ME anymore.
Gabe slept in my tent after night 2, crying and letting out months of stress of this whole custody thing… he said nature was so safe and quiet that he could let it all out. We snuggled a lot and talked about what would make us happy with home schooling, traveling, returning to see friends, his love of nature. The full moon light would fill our tent and I would ask questions about what can I be or do different to create a new reality of thriving for me and my son.
My sis and her family left for a trip to Ontario and Gabe and I headed to Calgary, stopping in Halcyon Hot Springs in the pouring rain, and enjoying the majestic Lake Louise.
Calgary was healing and joyous on other levels… being with my amazing friends who home school was eye opening for me to see how after a year and a half, her kids are more confident, more self expressed, more alive… the daughter who is 14 has even written her first novel. Gabe connected with one of their son’s for the first few days then the other son for the next few days. We all enjoyed a lake by their home. Drumheller with the dinosaurs, these cool Hoodoo rock formations (which I swear must be a vortex for the energy. it was simply delicious, peaceful and nourishing) and Heritage Park where having another technology free day with gorgeous animals was such a blessing.
Lastly, we headed south back to Spokane through Montana catching up with the closest person to a brother I have. He lives in this kick ass home, on 23 acres, two horses, a wood shop, with his girlfriend, her two boys and his one boy, and his daughter who is now off to college. I sat my ass down on the huge kitchen counter top, they poured me a glass of wine while they made spaghetti sauce, and we reconnected about all that’s going on. I loved dinners for I was lovingly outspoken with their sons and apparently they normally ditch the table after 10 minutes yet stayed for close to an hour engaged in juicy conversation and stories. I am grateful that I didn’t shrink or hide my authentic truth, and contributed however I could to their future. The morning we left it was slightly foggy over the rolling hills as Gabe fell back asleep and I drank in the beauty and began to feel the bitter sweet of knowing I’d be giving back my son for another extended period of trial shift in custody.
My son was scared to return to his Dad after the drama before we had left, so I asked the therapist what to do, she suggested a session upon return with his Dad to support the healing and reintegration, yet the Dad declined, saying he wanted to take him to play in a baseball game that night at 7:30 (after we drove 5 hrs and flew 5 hours… nice). And so I keep asking questions and doing what I can to create a reality beyond this reality for me and my son. And I’ll never give up. And this trip solidified the magic we are, the magic we create together, the gift we are in people’s lives and the gift my friends and family are to us… support every direction I look. How does it get even better than this?