Chapter Two: It's All About the Coffee!!!

I spent a lot of time and energy trying to figure out how I would manage to have a good cup of coffee in the mornings while I was living in transit. I knew sometimes I'd have no power access, and i couldn't find a car charger strong enough to boil a kettle. I got a propane tank, but was scared to bring it-I imagined blowing myself up by accident. Yes, I was full of fear-I freely admit it.

Finally after much running around, debating, and consultation with experts, I bought a little white kettle, a giant tin of coffee, and my old cafetiere that was missing it's handle. I stowed the kettle and the cafetiere in secret compartments in the back of my car, and every morning, no matter what, I found a power outlet to boil the water for my coffee. Once I had to hike twenty minutes down a mountain in the rain where i was warned that cougars were prowling (maybe looking for coffee?)

So...I'd get my coffee made, snuggle back into the german/russian boy sleeping bag, sip my precious brew and write in my journal.

After solving the coffee problem, I was ready to leave-I decided on May18th as a likely sounding departure date, and decided to go out west-to Nelson, BC. Why Nelson? I never heard of the place until recently, yet both my sons had lived there-one was still there, and i wanted to see him before he came back to Quebec. Lucky for me, I work on a laptop, and my company was open to me charging around the country in my whale. I was ready to go, I said my goodbyes and promised to be back in 2-3 months. I figured that would be enough time for my husband to realize his grave mistake, and to fly out west to declare his renewed love for me. Probably, I thought, he'd come after me before I got out of Quebec. And so,  off I went-into the wild, blue yonder. Terrified, but determined that something would change in my life. The only way i could see to change it was to break out of the box I was living in and step out into the big, wide world.

Next up....Setting out! How many provincial Parks can I stop at, and...does anybody live in Canada?