Author: Backpacking Dad

Adrian and I began the slow trip home on Saturday. First we said our goodbyes to the rez, to family and old places. Then we stopped at a small store to buy $70 worth of Glazier’s Frankfurters. Glaziers are what I grew up referring to as “American hot dogs”, because they were only available when…

Adrian and I left Kingston late on Wednesday afternoon. First we stopped at Lake Ontario Park where I met a friend from high school and made her sign my yearbook. Adrian had a chance to run around the park a bit while we talked about people I remember, vaguely, others I remember vividly, and how…

Adrian and I awoke in a daze at ten in the evening, having passed out next to each other long before I had planned to go to sleep last night. I placed him in the pack “˜n’ play set up in my ten year old sister’s room, trying to ignore the Taylor Lautner posters all…