I never knew Alberta was so…big. But after spending two weeks in Northern Alberta, in places as far-flung as Grande Cache, St. Paul (and not the St. Paul where I’m seeing Bruce Springsteen a week tonight), Hines Creek (population: too small to support a single restaurant), High Prairie and Cold Lake (along with three nights on the side of the road to Alaska), I’ve discovered three things: one, this place is huge; two, I’m no longer down with the kids; and three, the best kind of money is free money, especially when it’s going towards my per diem. I love this aspect of my job; it’s what keeps it fresh, and it’s been a constant source of exciting new friendships (case in point: this week’s co-pilot/navigator of the good ship Ghostrider). It’s also given me a whole new appreciation for the city of Calgary–as well as for the simple pleasure of sitting on the couch, watching TV and listening to a hyperactive chub wreaking havoc on the kitchen floor above me.
Alright: so two outta three ain’t bad.