Oh wandering one
Is it just me or do other women have husbands who cannot go in a straight line?
My husband is an explorer, this is not just when we go someplace new, but any time he goes out of the house.
Dave is a wonderful guy with a vivid imagination. He is always questing for knowledge and spends half of his life looking for some adventure. He cannot go from point A to point B without taking in C, D and sometimes Z.
A simple trip to Penticton can take him all day as the journey there includes all the backroads through OK Falls. The journey home includes a trip through Willowbrook, stopping for photo ops along the way
The Osprey nest, just off the Penticton by-pass is photographed several times each year. Same photos every year…birds landing on nest, birds sitting on nest, heads of young chicks peeping over nest. Adult, arriving at nest with fish, etc, etc, etc. All very interesting but, every year!!!
Just this last couple of days I asked him to go to Buy-Low, to pick up milk. A journey of maybe, three hundred yards. It took over an hour! He had detoured round to the airstrip to take photos of the helicopters refuelling.
During our travels to and from the coast, to visit family, I have seen back roads, tunnels, waterfalls and views from hilltops that most people do not know exist. Our explorations do not just involve travels in B.C. I am probably one of the few wives who have picnicked near a sewage works or sat reading while her hubby checked out holes.
Dave and his camera are never far apart and he will turn off the road, quite unexpectedly, to photograph a rock, a dead tree or anything bigger than a puddle, that may contain wild life, that he can creep up on and capture with the camera.
If we pass a track or roadway with a “do not enter” sign, it is impossible for Dave not to drive up to see what is, obviously, something of interest. Despite my nagging and complaining, he will dodge round any road blocks to get to the hidden treasure that he is sure he will find there. Dave has no fear of any forbidding notice, he thinks signs are for other people. Proof of this is one of his photos of a sign saying….no photography allowed.
On our vacations he takes several thousand photographs of things he finds interesting but, many of his photographs are just of something weird. Several times he has told me off for standing in the way of his photography when I have, deliberately, lined myself up for a pose. My face may not be a thing of great beauty but I do like some proof that I was actually on the holiday with him.
This summer we have been going to the pool almost every day. When I drive I go from our home, south of town, down the highway to the crossroads, turn right at the light and then straight to the pool. Dave drives down road 1 to the airport, along airport road, turn right at the police station, down to Sawmill Rd, left to the Flea Market, right to the end of the street, right again and then to the pool. Rather a dizzying ride, but an opportunity to see much more of the back of town.
Life with Dave is never dull but I am thinking of having him fitted with a computer chip, so I can find him in an emergency.