Part 1 / Chapter Five ⥈ Explorers
Karen 1976 Nobody living can ever stop me As I go walking my freedom highway Nobody living can make me turn back This land was made for you and me —Woody Guthrie A couple of the guys at my housing residence planned to drive across Canada in a Return-Your-Car program. I asked to go along and arranged to bring my now fifteen-year-old sister. Once in Montreal we could return to our old stomping grounds, and visit old friends. It would also give our mom several weeks free from parenting, and both my sister and I some time away from our mom. We set off in a top-end, elegant black 1974 New Yorker Brougham in the first week of July, 1976. My sister and I had certainly never been inside such a deluxe vehicle. We’d driven west, across Canada from Quebec, a couple of times with our parents, brother, german shepherd dog and our cat in a 1958 Chevy Impala with a rust hole in the floor under the carpet behind the driver’s sea...