BC.

My grandfather was a simple man. Like many members of my family, he loved three things: booze, cigarettes, and weed. He was a trucker by trade, and his last wish was to have his ashes scattered over the Coquihalla highway. This summer, we lit a cigarette, a joint, and cracked a beer, and watched his ashes roll down the hot asphalt while giant rigs sped by. We also took an amazing road trip. I explored corners of the country I had never seen, and some I hoped I would never see again. There were moments when I stared out the window of the car and marveled at the rarity of the opportunity to explore BC with my family as an adult. I can only hope my final journey is one that is one-tenth as inspiring, humbling, fun, funny, and stunningly beautiful. RIP Grandpa.

~sarah p.