It started with a jest I had told a friend I was going on a trip with: “Banff is only 6 hours away from Kamloops.” To which she nonchalantly responded: “Ok, let’s go there.”
The kicker: this conversation happened about 18 hours before the supposed trip.
We had booked plane tickets to Kamloops and had been slated to spend 4 days there. Easter Weekend was coming up and we were itching to go somewhere; anywhere. Kelowna, Calgary, the Yukon had all been sold out so we decided to give Kamloops a try. After all, we’ve never been there. However, we would get the exact same response from people who heard that we were going there — “Kamloops? What the heck are you going to do there?”
And so, the jest that I told my friend. And…the ensuing most wonderful, amazing road trip I’ve ever had, at least for now. 😉
We left on Friday before dusk. She had slept only for 2 hours and I for 3. She was packing and I, reeling from a final exam while the both of us still second-guessing our decision to go to Banff. She managed to pick me up from my house and drive to the airport in the cold almost-spring Vancouver air. I lugged my stuff onto her car as she sipped her Tim’s cup of coffee calmly.
A plane ride, 4 stopovers, and roughly 8 hours of driving later, we found ourselves at her friend’s place in Calgary.