We called our trailer "Homer" and our truck "Gleniffer"
An Epic Poem
Sing, Muse, of the mighty chariot Homer—the rolling home of iron and wood—who, with her faithful steed Gleniffer, braved the asphalt seas and the winding tracks of the great northern realm.
Bound by neither property lines nor the fear of the open road, the noble travelers set forth in the quickening thaw of Spring 2025.
April 27, 2025 - off we go!
From the high, wind-swept plains of Alberta, they pressed westward. They scaled the jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Rockies, descending into the lush valleys of British Columbia. Across the churning straits they sailed until their tires struck the shores of Vancouver Island. Thence to Pacific Rim National Park Reserve where, beside the crashing surf, they dipped a sacred vessel into the gray swells, capturing the brine of the mighty Pacific Ocean—the first token of their grand design.
Then did Homer turn his iron face toward the rising sun. Across the vast prairies of Saskatchewan, past the endless lakes of Manitoba and Ontario, the travelers urged their faithful steed eastward. For thousands of leagues, the trailer rolled along the shores of the Great Lakes until the leaves began to amber and fall. At the twilight of September, they moored Homer safely in a safe harbour near Toronto to rest his weary axles.
Yet the quest was only half-spun. By wings of aluminum and fire, the travelers flew back to the foothills of Alberta, only to leap forward again—with the solstice of 2026 scarce two fortnights hither—back to Toronto, reuniting with their loyal vessel. Together, they thus ventured through the ancient highlands and fjords of Quebec, deep into the cradle of Atlantic Canada.
Through the tides of New Brunswick, the red sands of Prince Edward Island, and the historic shores of Nova Scotia, they wandered. In every harbour, they encountered a folk of unmatched warmth and kindness, their laughter echoing louder than the gales, while landscapes of breathtaking beauty unfolded before their eyes like a map drawn by the gods themselves.
At last, they braved the tossing ferries to the rugged crags of Newfoundland, reaching the very edge of the known world: Cape Spear. Upon an ancient, wave-battered rock, where the wind howls of old ghosts, they drew forth the Pacific brine. With steady hands, they dipped into the roaring Atlantic Ocean, mingling the two great seas into a single vessel—a marriage of waters spanning a continent.
Their fate fulfilled and with fall equinox upon them, the tireless wanderers turned back toward the setting sun. Through storm and shelter, across the vast Canadian shield, Homer and his tireless steed Gleniffer bore them faithfully and safely back over the endless miles, returning at last to the welcoming valleys of Cochrane, Alberta, their names forever etched in the ledger of the road.
October 2, 2026 - 🗹 Bucket List
The End
