Greetings all - on Wednesday evening we arrived at our latest destination on the "If not now, when" tour de monde ... home! We pictured this event many times and in many places over the past year and on Wednesday evening it unfurled just as we had planned as we rolled up the driveway in our own car and dragged our bags across the entry threshold one last time. How strange the feeling, yet how wonderful for we world-weary two. And how nice to be back in the embrace of a community of good friends with, perhaps, a good story or two to tell. And as for this place, our province's "tag line" motto is "The Best Place on Earth". I have seen no place in my travels this year that might upset BC as at least a very strong contender for this moniker
Just to catch up on the travel part, we left Toronto in the last week of August and added one last time to our immense airborne-induced carbon footprint by flying to Winnipeg. There we were reacquainted with our darling daughter Elisabeth Grace and her boyfriend Jesse and Mad Max our trusty Nissan Maxima. Instead of bolting west for home like most reasonable folks would do on the home stretch, we chose a 5800 km meander through the Dakotas, Wyoming, Montana and then northward up into Kananaskis country in Alberta for a camping weekend with Bruce, Sharon, Jessica and Mark (where we safely returned our fearless global navigator Spunky the Monkey to his family). Only then we pointed Mad Max westward ho! and headed for the coast.
Still peering at the world through the lenses of my traveller's eye, two observations about the our trip through the north-central USA registered deeply with me.
First of all, I found myself aghast and asking myself :
How did these people get so huge? A nation of giants - upwards and outwards. The obesity pandemic was most painfully evident throughout our week in the USA - and perhaps amplified after seeing legions of rail-thin people in Africa and India. An estimated 30% of Americans have inflated themselves into the "clinical obesity" category - so it s not a minor phenomenon.How disgusting; how enormously self-indulgent and costly to an already expensive health care system.
On a more positive note, I was much impressed by the way that Americans publicly portray and celebrate their history. I fulfilled a lifelong wish of seeing Mount Rushmore in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Mt. Rushmore is a stunning display of patriotism told in a very stirring fashion - set in the middle of nowhere (Indeed, its origin stems back to a South Dakota Senator who proposed a sculpture in order to attract tourists to this remote, but beautiful, part of the state). The sculptures are impressive indeed. If George Washington's granite hewn head were mounted on a scaled body , he would be 40 stories tall! More impressive, however, was the stories told in the interpretation centre about the four presidents depicted on the mountain and how they had created a country that changed the world and still serves as a beacon of idealism in these oh-so-practical times. I found myself thinking
What would Canada's Mt. Rushmore look like? First of all, it would not likely get off the drawing hoard as it would be seen as too extravagant and expensive -
"a dollar spent on commemorating our prime ministers is a dollar too much". Secondly, I suspect we would not dare proposing to celebrate a group of politicians who, as a profession, many Canadians seem to consider petty thieves and swindlers, crazy men or general ne'er-do-wells on the take. With this attitude firmly entrenched, we can be sure to get the governments we deserve for a long time in the future. While I am on this historical theme, we also followed sections of the Lewis and Clark trail (while reading Stephen Ambrose's excellent account of the expedition - "
Undaunted Courage"). We passed dozens of historical sites and trail markers and could have gone to at least 4 interpretation centres in the states we visited. We spend three hours in the interpretation centre in Great Falls, Montana - a marvellous museum full of multi-media presentations and even real park ranger-type historians presenting lectures about many aspects of the Lewis and Clark expedition. Crossing the border into Canada, into the vast country that David Thompson charted at the same time covering as much, if not more, territory than Lewis and Clark - we found nothing in our trip through Alberta and BC's Columbia watershed in BC to mark his immense role in defining our country. No museums, no historical plaques - though I'm sure one or two of these must exist somewhere. Most of the Lewis and Clark commemorations were built in 2005-06 to mark the 200th anniversary of their expedition. David Thompson's bicentennial was 2008 - and what did we do? I know there were proposals for recreating his voyage down the Columbia but did anything happen? If we do not as a nation nurture our history, we condemn ourselves to a rudderless drift through time. With so many other countries we have visted doing a much better job than Canada of telling their story (the National Trust in the UK springs to mind), how do we expect new immigrants to Canada to attach themselves to a meaningful understanding of their new home. Instead of tackling this question head-on, we spend our time wondering why these folks cloister and comfort themselves in the traditions and cultures that they supposedly "left behind". Something, as usual, to ponder in more detail in the future.
While we have unpacked our bags, we expect it will take much longer to unpack our journey. We have felt very fortunate to do the things we have done and see the places and people we have seen.
To be part of the world or a part from it? - that is the question. There were many times I wish I could make what I was seeing in Africa and India go away. And many more times I was deeply moved by what I was experiencing. If I've lost anything on this journey, it is any capacity to deny that there is real and profound hardship in many parts of the world. I have also lost my ability to insulate myself from this suffering as something I need never see or think about as we lead our charmed lives in "the Best Place on Earth". Whatever remained of this particular bubble is forever broken. While I may have some more unpacking left to be done, I rather doubt I will find these capacities again. Though I will not deny that sometimes I will miss them.