Yearning to leave home and get off the farm for absolutely no (or any) reason at all, left me jumping on one of a fleet of three greyhound-type buses bound for Sagola, Michigan.
This is me in grade eleven or twelve, I can’t remember.
Why on earth would a teenage girl want to travel alone with a bunch of stinky men and spend the majority of the weekend on a cramped bus? Why not is the better question.
We were going to tour the Lousiana Pacific oriented strand board mill in Michigan. For free. All expenses paid. So I said heck yeah, I’m going. My parents just laughed and shook their heads. I packed some snacks, my walkman or maybe discman, not sure. And I jumped on the bus.
I really didn’t care about what LP did, although the tour of the mill was interesting. I just thought, what a better way to spend a weekend than to travel 1462 km’s (900 miles) each way, and see North Dakota, a bit of Wisconsin and some of Michigan.
It was my first time ever seeing a Walmart. My first time out of Canada.
We returned Sunday night, I was back in school Monday morning, no biggie.
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