Somewhere in Niagara, I drove my car to the end of an overgrown track just to see what there was to see. I do this a lot. I mean, a lot.
Sometimes I find hidden treasures. Ponds full of lilies and frogs. Beaver dams. Creeks. Turtles. I encounter deer. Sometimes I meet a dead end or insurmountable obstacle and have to reverse for a mile if there is no turning place. Backwards over rocks and ruts. Other times there is not much to see at all. But I will have learned something. I think I am one of a very small number that can navigate much of the region by car without ever touching a main road. For whatever that is worth. I know Niagara.
I got out of the car long enough to take this shot of my long-suffering companion. We have travelled over 350,000 kilometres together. The great majority in the Niagara region as we seek out things to enjoy. She (for I have decided that she is a she) has never let me down. Despite being put through things no car should ever be put through. Rain, snow, mud. Pushing through ditches and over tree branches. Scraping through gaps that left scratches, at angles only ATV’s are supposed to be at. She never complains. She is an unsung heroine.
I love my car. She earned my trust, and I earned hers. We got each other’s backs. Onward.
