Ahh, British Columbia. All my adult life I had dreamed of going there. Wednesday marked the halfway point of our journey. The world famous Alaskan Highway would finally take us from Highway 43 to the last frontier. Dawson Creek, British Columbia is the beginning of our most adventurous stretch of endless pines. We decided that I should take the wheel and give David a break.
We were swept through a magnificent valley and then onto the rugged pine forests. We were cruising along at 100 kmph, about 63 mph. A sudden creature from out of nowhere struck the passenger side of the car. Whump! "What did you hit?" my astonished passenger asked me. " I think a fox ran into the car." A quick glance into the rear view mirror confirmed that a four legged canine, tossed into the air, had run into the side of the vehicle. "Trish! My door has been destroyed! Pull over!" I was already reducing speed. We pulled over to assess the damage. A dent in the rocker panel and a minor crease in the door was the damage the decimated critter left as his mark.
Our committee of two decided that David would drive from now on.
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