Don’t fence me in

I have a grinding urge to run away.  Unhitch, unload, unlatch – and run. I crave to dissolve, disengage, dismiss, and dismantle. Shake it all lose.

And where would I want to carry this out? Oddly, I suppose, it’s not Mexico or the coast of Croatia, or the Santiago de Compostela – well actually that last one is definitely a strong desire of mine, but no right now the place is Val Marie, Saskatchewan. More accurately, the Grasslands. Humble, unassuming, and utterly breathtaking to me.

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Glacial erratics on land within the proposed boundary of Grasslands National Park (West Block), Saskatchewan, Canada

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5 years ago, stopping in for a day on one of our drives to Ontario, this place immediately  wheedled its way under my skin. And I return to it in my heart often.

I suppose it must be the limitless sky, somehow perhaps symbolic of freedom, openness, expansion. Feeling as I am at the moment, perhaps all the things I perceive are missing currently in my day to day.

This is where I would wish to set up camp for an entire summer. All unnecessary accouterments stripped away. Just me and that big ‘ol sky all day and a blue-black dome filled with stars all night.

Okay, Bob can come too.