In the mid ’50s, Annette’s family held a yard sale, sold their Saskatoon home, and moved to the coast. Her mom drove the wood-panelled station wagon. Her Dad and brother followed in a separate vehicle. She and her three sisters were entertained by their batch of dachshund puppies. It was dark from Vancouver to Squamish. Her mom gripped the wheel and drove slow over the winding gravel highway and crept along steep faces of granite. Car sickness, stress, and exhaustion: inevitable. The car smelled of sweaty bodies and bologne sandwiches. Puppies grunted and suckled at mama dog in a big box layered with blankets. They left the prairies behind them.