Had a rather magical hitchhike into Calgary from Banff. That could easily be a one-ride trip, but this time, there were several short jaunts and I got dropped off in odd places. Rides were ultra-fast, as I’m spoiled to expect, more than once first-car-by, and I had the familiar knowing when I see a vehicle in the distance that it will be the one to pick me up.
For the first time, I was picked up by someone who had picked me up once before! I’m not counting neighbours or ski hill roads- mountain regulars are the same as neighbours. In this case, in another province, several months apart, the same woman gives me a ride. Never happened before.
I was pretty excited about this. In all my hitchhiking career, I’ve oft thought it remarkable that it didn’t happen, Continue reading HHing history is made!
In gorgeous, tourism-on-steroids Banff today to see my genius surgeon, Dr. Mark Heard, for the verdict on my progress at the three month mark, and hopefully go-ahead to do more stuff. I can’t wait to skate.
The hostel was “interesting”. First time I’ve ever paid to sleep on a sofabed. Not only was it a bit weird to have to kick people off of the sofa so that you can sleep on it, but in the morning one of my roommates was waiting for me to vacate so he could Continue reading Hostel-tality
Leaning on a driftwood log as I sit on the rocks in a small cove of ocean-coloured Lake Minnewanka. There’s a hell of a breeze and the sun has already dropped below the mountains, so I’m a little cold, barelegged, but I have my hoodie. There’s a wader minding his own business ankle deep in the water’s edge, and I just got circled twice by a suspicious ground squirrel at close range- plump and bouncy with his racing stripe and black-eyed stare. Continue reading My brush with furred fame