Highway 2

A week ago today, I hitched a ride down Highway 2 from Edmonton to Red Deer with my brother and his family. As we left the city’s outskirts, I had some fun teasing my nieces that they were doing a good job of ignoring their old aunt. (Their noses were glued to their devices.) Even my brother was planning to spend the two-hour drive alone ― with his book.

No matter. Within minutes, I was enthralled.

Eventually, my brother, too. His book lay forgotten in his lap.

Someone once told me they thought Highway 2 was the most boring stretch of road anywhere in Canada.

I beg to differ. I think it’s the most beautiful.