Chapter 2: Headed for Home
It's early morning, and I'm heading east again. I'm enjoying the scenery that represents quintessential Ontario to me: road cut through rock, edged by forest, traversing large sloping hills, with breathtaking views of island-dotted lakes sporadically dominating the scene. I'm cruising along, singing (as usual), when I crest a hill and spot him instantly. He is standing upon a distant rocky outcrop, his dark body perfectly outlined against the gray stone background. He stands still as a statue, looking in my direction. Even from afar, I can see that he is massive. I tap my brakes several times to let the single car behind me know I have spotted something and start gently reducing my speed. As soon as he perceives me slowing, he begins descending the hill. I grope for my phone, point it in his direction and hit record. By the time I get to him, he is roadside. I gasp as he steps out onto the asphalt. His true size, fully perceivable only now, is gargantuan. Palpable ener...