USA bound in our Airstream
As we pack up our Airstream for another venture into the unknown, I can’t help but feel super excited about Wednesday’s seminar at Alumpalooza discussing yoga and healthy living on the road, sharing our yoga and yogaFLIGHT journey thus far! It’s been so interesting to have one foot in Canada and the other in the US as we meander our way between countries, pursuing the dream and being open to the potential and possibilities of no holds barred adventure and exploration of a dream. Kind of scary when you think about it. But truly, the quickest and most unique path to happiness, for us anyway.
With burgeoning feelings of butterfly freedom, we left Skydive Burnaby with our 34 foot 1991 Limited Airstream in tow. Destination: Jackson Center Ohio for the very first Alumapalooza rally, sponsored and run by Airsream Life Magazine. The gathering over 5 days was to be held behind the Airstream factory. The experience is bound to be phenomenal. How could it not be with Airstreams all around uS?
Pulling up to the US Customs at the Buffalo border crossing, we were chastised by a traffic officer for not following the correct signs for ‘RVs This Way’. To be honest, we hadn’t actually seen the signs, and were following another RV ahead of us. Kind of like lemmings, leaping in to the unknown (a skydiver to the core!). But realizing there were no lane changes to be made or outs to be had with our 34 trailer, we shrugged our shoulders and waited. Traffic was incredibly heavy, as Americans returned home on this Memorial Day long weekend. Yet all we could do was patiently idle and hope for the best. I despise mindless engine idling, but with a diesel pulling a heavy load in heavy traffic, you don’t have many safe options ~ lots of quality breath-work was going on for me :). If you’ve travelled beyond your countries fringes, you’ll understand how ease of border crossings can always be crapshoot. Especially in an RV. So far, we’ve been extremely lucky in our effortless Airstream crossings. And today was not much different. Thank heavens! It seems that the truth wins out every time, and the Customs Officers can sense your purpose (with the help of massive databases of information).
Once on the ‘other side’, it seems that the breath always flows much easier. For me, coming to the US is always like a homecoming, with so many friends and fantastic memories. So why not celebrate by exploring the country in style? Taking the route less travelled, we made our way around the toll roads, skirting the shores of Lake Erie. It was a glorious day that harboured looming frontal clouds filled with gloomy darkness and storm warnings. But onwards we rolled, finally becoming engulfed by torrential downpours that had me white-knuckled as the passenger. slaDE~ maneuvered our rig safely and quite skillfully in the lo-visibility conditions. However, with a late start and inclement weather to compound our tiredness, we were more than ready to pull off for the night, waiting out the storm at a Pilot truck stop. Tomorrow would be another travel day.