We were so
far back in line, I thought there was no hope of me even getting a glimpse of
him….I am only 5-foot-2, which means I can only see over the heads of a small
select group of people…..those under age 10.
As it turns
out, I am not taller than the crowd that attends Kid Rock concerts, but I am
smarter. Everyone was crowded around the stage area immediately inside the
entrance, and the crowd was about 40 people deep away from the stage. I walked
to the *other* side of stage, and it was wide open. I got to stand right
up against the stage, although there were several times during the concert when
blond, braless ladies elbowed me out of the way to flash Kid Rock their newly
purchased frontal accessories.
Now that I
love in P-A, going on tour has a slightly different connotation.
When in a
campground drinking, going on tour means you walk to all of the camp
sites and introduce yourself to complete strangers, see who you know that they
know, and toast to whatever strikes your fancy. I went on tour in a campground a few summers ago in P-A, and met some great people, none of whom I remembered the next morning.
There was *almost* a flood in P-A in April, just a few weeks ago. Roads were blocked off, ice and water flowing where we should be driving. On Thursday evening of Easter week-end, I had to drive an extra 45 minutes to get home, across bumpy roads, some with ice just off to the edge of my tires. I sure went on tour that day, … instead of taking me 45 minutes to get back home from work, it took me twice as long. I am really not complaining, because I got to go on tour. And that’s a good thing, right?
Easter
week-end, we couldn’t leave Tobique Narrows to get to town, without going on
tour. So, we decided to go on tour to see what we could see. Greg,
always the metal detecting enthusiast, decided to temporarily halt the tour
near where an ice jam was located the previous day, so he could see if any treasures
were brought downstream with the ice. He could only dig about an inch down
before he hit frozen ground. I have a picture of him digging about 3 feet from
an iceburg the size of my Ford Focus. It’s not surprising he didn’t find any
treasures.
That
week-end was the first of week-end of us going on tour. Sometimes we go on tour
to see stuff, and sometimes we are driving across the countryside aimlessly
looking for adventure. Sometimes when we are on tour, we stop at people’s house
for a surprise visit. People do that here in P-A. Back in Toronto, I didn’t
stop at a friend’s house unless we had an appointment. Here, people will let
you in their house while they are still in their jammies with their hair
sticking straight up in the air.
So far when
I have been on tour this season, we’ve seen numerous deer, flooded roads, a log
jam, iceburgs and docks in the river, a farm show with big orange machines
which are used for goodness knows what, and a house on fire. I think I need a
break from all this touring…it’s really quite exhausting! The only way I am
going to be up for going on tour again this season is if Kid Rock calls and
wants me to tag along with him.
