Tours North Driving has always fascinated me, or rather not really, I can simply say that I've always enjoyed, there was the day of my life when I had to take the car when I felt lazy. And so every January just after Christmas undertook my journey north to visit the dear old aunt Carol . Cold does not represented an obstacle. For a good self-respecting Canadian cold can not represent an obstacle. I love driving, but I am cautious, I do not like to run too, even going too slow but I find it nice to carry the car a bit in style 'anywhere without panicking and enjoying the scenery. This is also traveling. The bags were ready, that morning when he left was clear and sunny. It was about fifteen degrees below zero, but not bad in a northerly direction I knew what to expect. Chains loaded it, filled a thermos of hot chocolate, a large thermos and reliable indestructible. Loaded it a small supply of food, not You never know when you embark on a long journey to the desolate streets seeds maybe dominated by snow and ice. I took with me then all you need for immediate maintenance work that could be used: a car charger, replacement bulbs, a dynamo torch, ropes, heavy blankets, three cans of gasoline, a few liters of oil engine, bowls of water. There seemed to be everything. I closed the house, in the meantime the car was already in motion and I saw a column of white smoke rise from its tailpipe. Carol had already been advised. I would occurred at his home after about twenty-two hour trip, including some step here and there. I left by driveway of the house slowly because the road was slightly frozen, I mischiai in city traffic like a deck of cards in a poker game, I crossed the city and spent some time in the noisy traffic, but then, the output of the state imboccai and I found myself in a way that led exactly to the north with a fairly low traffic. The car was hot, I approached and I decided to take off my jacket and gloves for a more comfortable . Broken down, left arrow, enter and go, reached the fifth turning on the radio but did not give anything interesting so I let myself be guided by gentle piano Erik Satie . Every now and then needed some overtaking, some pull bent by the wind and freezing cold trudging along steep hills, were easy prey to overcome. The road was pretty clean the sun now flung into the sky without compliments. I stopped to pee, then shared, while driving I ate some candy that I had prepared myself, I continued driving, taking the curves slowly going quiet enjoying the infinite and endless amount of snow that was reflected on my sunglasses. I alternate between pieces of lowland hills, ups and downs in the midst of coniferous bent by the snow. After a day trip I thought it was time to take a sip of hot chocolate so I turned up for a lay-down of the car, put on my jacket, gloves and I drank a bit 'of that hot liquid gazing upon the woods right in front of me and I relaxed. The cold air was biting cold and lonely as the conifers. Then I had an unusual meeting, an elk, was positioned about thirty yards from me and stared at me, stared at me solemnly, his breathing became mist and soon after he left. I resumed the journey, I stopped for lunch I supply, and then I threw up again in the evening. I had dinner in a small house on one side of the road, a sort of tavern near a petrol pump. When I went to return the car on the other side of the road I saw another moose that somehow seemed to be identical to another, at least, in his way of mocking, looking insistently, chewing, snorting, and then leave without me longer count for anything. I resumed the journey with some concern, up and down hills, up and down small hills, always a bit 'in height, always north, admiring the west as I could see it, the scorching sun on the ionosphere and reflected the last rays sun. The dim light, my lights were not yet shining bright silhouette of surreal that enveloped the landscape, then all of a sudden the dark. The shimmering asphalt, I often gave the impression that an invisible sheet of ice had formed, but then some means of spreaders made me realize that I was still safe. Sooner or later, a stretch of road would be the worst I've, like all years, anyway.
The sky seemed clear, slipped on a number of switchbacks climbing as a lynx, going down, loosening the knots of the road, crossed a road that rose sheer above dense forests of conifers such as sleeping soldiers waiting to face a battalion 's next day, almost suffocated sleep and snow kept them pressed, these soldiers, their branches heavy, almost collapsed and I thought of having to plan. I seemed to have to go slowly not to wake them up. Then at a certain point, the sky clouds, in fact, faster than expected, the thermometer was thirty degrees below zero, but when it began to snow about twelve marks. The snow came down dense and decided to stop to mount chains. The road I took was not beaten and there were already a lot more layers of ice and snow here and there. While patiently fit the chains from their side of the road appeared another moose, I was bowed and made me afraid to look at that position. It was mammoth . I watched almost criticizing looked at me with those bright eyes, chewing, but his breathing had no more fog. I got up and she ran away. Then I entered the car and slammed the door shut myself inside, my heart was pounding. Strong fortissimo. I could feel the adrenaline running along the veins to the brain. Pulse chains climbed faster than I could and left again. I was not peaceful, sometimes I had the impression of rushing too much, sometimes I seemed to be wrong gear. Then I calmed down after a few hours, I had a little 'sleep but I did not want to stop certain driving. I could not stop me now, I would have the snow completely covered and who knows what happened to me I would have maybe died asphyxiated by the same unburned gas in my engine. The snow seemed more and more dense, higher estimates but did not speak of a storm, I felt it was wrong but went on the road. I stopped to check the map, the direction seems right. I continued. And I went again. Then I thought about elk, and on my mind resurface many memories, some feelings of guilt that I thought lost, anxieties, and then a fact. One thing was settled, remorse. Possible that the moose could connect to all these things? was probably just the anxiety caused by bad weather. The wipers sometimes screeched and moved suddenly against the snow flakes in spades on my windshield. The smell of damp penetrating the seals of the car, I felt the cold feet and salirmi regolai accordingly heating. A remorse, something that was fixed. Then suddenly, almost like a stone fallen from heaven, I found the moose, and I swear she always was, the elk to block the road, careening and nailed me stood to the side just a few inches from his face. I finished nearly off the road. And I look, breath puffing and soon created condensation on my window. He disappeared in a flash.
disbelief I put the car on track and the heart pumps more blood than can do an oil well in full swing. I leaned my forehead on the steering wheel, then the agonizing remorse became almost a nightmare and anxiety he shook his grip on chilling, hot I was cold. I resumed driving north starting to think how to put an end to that remorse. Things were settled. It is settled, I cried while I drove, I shouted at the windshield, cursed, sweat and made my decision. All I suddenly felt less heavy, the sky was open now. "We will do so," I muttered to myself. Then the dawn, smiling beam along a long descent, I was a bit 'late on the roadmap and I remember that I laughed I cried and screamed and thanked the life I thought, "I came, Aunt Carol am here I am and I am as a I never have been. "
