Trip to the rock of Canada...Travel story for english =]

I felt as though we had been in the car for weeks.. It had only been 3 days, but still. We had travelled fomr Quebec Montreal, to New Brunswick, to Nova scotia in about 2 days, and then we travelled by boat across the Atlantic and now we were on the opposite side of newfoundland that we needed to be. It was day 3, and we still had a 9 hour drive ahead of us. My mom driving, her boyfriend asleep on the passenger side, and my cousin and I in the backseat. I'm feeling very restless, and at this point, would rather pull a terry fox and run the rest of the trans-canada then have to sit in this tiny, confined car any longer. The depressing country music flooded the car, the notes trapped inside the closed windows, like a prisioner trapped behind closed bars. I'd just about memorized every song on the c.d by now, it was back to the second song for the 15th time. 'Chrystal chandaliers' Its called. The music was making me feel as depressed as it was. If my mom was going to put on country music, couldn't it at least be happy country music ? I sighed, and looked out the window. It was bright out, but the sun was hidden behind invisible clouds that were leaking snow. I couldn't see any other cars yet, though one would pass occasionally. Tree's beyond tree's were all I could see right noww, and even though i'd slept for a long time earlier, the way the tree's flew past my eyes, mixed with the light snow fall and the dull light of the sun, I felt suddenly tired again. I stopped staring outside now, and covered my face with my hands... This was going to be a long 9 hours.

We rode Silently for a while, probably about 2 hours, so I jumped when the long stony silence came to an end and my mom shouted "Look! A coyote!" I automatically glanced out the window in the direction she was pointing, and sure enough, at the shoulder of the road, closer to the street then should be, stood a medium sized coyote. It was very beautiful, but it was gone the second after i'd seen it, we'd driven right past it. Well, at least i'd have ONE story to tell when we got back home. Everyone was completely awake now, on alert for everything. I was pretty much awake too, and I was also looking at every angle outside that I could manage... Left, right, front, through every opening in the trees, and because it was now somewhat dark out, and the tree's cast shadows along the sides of the road because of what little light there was left of the day, i would occasionally look behind me when I thought I saw something. But I didnt end up seeing anything else. Now that I has settled back into reality after being in a dreamy type of state, I was, once again, fully aware of the 'Chrystal Chandaliers' song playing for the thousandth time. I wondered if my ipod had enough battery left to last the rest of the way.. 7 hours.. I doubted it. Either way, It was in the trunk, and I was NOT about to ask her to stop on the middle of the empty trans-canada, next to a huge,never ending, murky forest, crawling with lunatic man-eating animals!.. I'd much rather suffer the depression.

So instead, I poked around the car for something entertaining to do, the only thing that I could find though, was a crossword puzzle book. Not that I didn't like them, but I got car sick everytime I read or wrote in a car... I weighed my options: Listen to country music and get depressed until some kind of change in atmosphere meant that we had arrived in St.Johns, which would NOT be for another 7 hours.. OR, temporarily get somewhat nauseous while doing something entertaining? I decided to go for nauseous and entertained. So I opened the crossword book and started to do them. The first few were pretty easy, and then they began to get harder. The harder the better though. It would keep me busy longer, maybe even long enough until we got to st.johns! I had to calm myself down, I shouldn't get too ahead of myself, i'd probably get frusterated with the crosswords before 7 hours could pass. Well, now about 6 hours. I was not entertained enough however, to not be able to feel the edginess building up inside of me. 6 HOURS?! We had travelled for 3 days, and 6 hours was still how long we had to go? 6 hours.. was as long as it took to get to toronto by car, still so extremely long!

Or maybe it was because I was edgy that I thought it was long. School was longer than how much time we had left to go. I was comforted by that thoguht. It was actually only 6 now, and I hated that it got dark so early. The sun had set 2 hours ago! So we'd be in St.johns by 12:30 latest. I guess that wasnt so bad. I was on the verge of falling asleep when I heard my mom tell everyone to look. As soon as everyone saw it, I could literally feel the tension escape from the stuffy car. It was a sign she told us to look at. A beautiful sign, a sign of happiness, an angel sign! A sign tat said "St.Johns next exit, 2 km" Just like before, when we had seen the coyote, I could feel myself awake completely. I was literally bouncing in my seat, talking at top speed about how exited I was, so it was barely comprehendable. The road was still dark, the forest still flying past us, when we rounded the of the st.johns exit. It was a beautiful sight. I could see all of st.johns from the view from the mountain we were on. I hadn't even realized we were on a mountain until now. Though it was late, the lights were all on, inside of the bigger buildings, I guessed those were the buisness buildingd. The contrast between the light and dark of the city was breathtaking, I could see sinal hill in the distance, so I was sure we were in st.johns now.
We had reached the rock of canada.

The end :)