Looking to the Future
Leaving Whistler Village, we pass a tractor. Eamon nods and notes, “Good man. Working on a Sunday.” He adds, “If I’m on a day off and I see someone else working, I envy them more than me.” The idea of a seven-day workweek bewilders me, and I shake my head in wonderment.
We stop to tour Whistler Brewing Company, an originator of the British Columbia craft brewing movement, and then continue on to Tantalus Lookout, a roadside viewpoint offering a clear view of the Tantalus Range. Once back at the rental car office in Vancouver, Eamon grunts as he hefts his backpack on. When he was stocking up on beer, he’d clearly forgotten we were taking a bus to the ferry.
It’s dark when we leave Vancouver, cross the Strait of Georgia on the ferry and reach Vancouver Island. Riding in Eamon’s truck, my philosophical side emerges. I ask, “If you could know how long you’ll live, would you want to?” The sun has set so I can’t see Eamon’s reaction, but his answer is immediate: “No! If your life is all planned out, what’s the point? That’s the magic of traveling. It’s the unknown. If you’d been to a place or knew what it was like, would you go?” His question hangs in the air, and Eamon turns up the radio to fill the quiet.
It’s a comfortable silence. My thoughts drift to future adventures, but I know Eamon is looking forward to returning to work. While we may never live in the same place again, I’ve no doubt that he and I will still go on adventures together when we’re 80. By then, maybe Eamon will even be retired.