We arrived in Prince George after a nine hour drive through spectacular scenery. The drive was aided by a audiobook that we picked up just for the drive. When the book began and the first victim was killed while sitting in a wheelchair, Joe looked at me and said, "Really, it's come to this, even our audio books are about people with disabilities." I tried to tell him that I had no idea, that it was chance, that I realize 'all disability, all the time,' can get wearing. Luckily the book was a good one, although the image of a woman in a wheelchair overlooking the sea with her throat cut is one that will stay with me for a while, at least.
We drove through Williams Lake and were suprised to find that it was the home of Rick Hanson (Canadian Wheelchair guy, hero of sorts) and that there was a huge picture of him as we entered the town. I wish now we'd stopped for photo's but, if you've read the blog for any time - Joe's not really a 'stopper' on trips like these.
What interested me was the fact that where ever we did stop (one needs to pee, one needs a tea) accessibility was not an issue. If I had to pee, there was always somewhere on the road where there was a ramp and a wide doored bathroom. I'm feeling that we were just lucky, and of course, we did choose where to stop. But even so, I wonder if the whole concept of accessibility is spreading from cities into the country.
More that that, everywhere we went there were disabled people. There was the hot guy with cerebral palsy in Tim's, with his equally hot blue spikey haired girlfriend (maybe assistant). There was the woman on the scooter at Save-On's. There was the blind chick with the ripped tee and jeans (I'm calling her chick because I'm guessing she'd like it.)
One gets the idea that disability is a city phenomenon. But we really are everywhere. And, of course, if we are everywhere, we have a collective power that would be awesome to unleash one day.
To the revolution!