After about 20 hours of driving (Rebekah, Kristin, and I all taking shifts), I am back in Ontario. Happy birthday Canada.

I am, however, depressed to have left the beach. And at the inevitablily of things. But then, I am not Mr Anderson: I am Neo.

The house feels empty after all this time with my family; not that I’d enjoy living with them full-time, but it was good to have someone to bike to the beack with, go swimming in thunderstorms with, and smoke cigars with.

Funny how things are.

Thus far I have:

1. Visited the Calgary airport and was scared by their… unique baggage claim complete with sculpted beavers and mummified Indians.
2. Marvelled at the oil pumps in just about every field and the kilometers and kilometers of pipes that go just about everywhere.
3. Spent two and a half hours driving through what is essentially the flattest place I’ve ever been to.
4. Bought a cold cut combo at Subway only to find out that it costs 60 cents more here than in Ontario.
5. Eaten the most wonderful no name burgers ever courtesy of Nick.
6. Had my picture taken about a thousand times. At least.
7. Found a buffalo jaw complete with partial teeth. I’m devising a way to smuggle it back to Ontario.
8. Walked a beautiful chocolate lab through the Kin Coolie Park no leash zone.
9. Watched an episode of Gilmore Girls and Home Improvement.
10. Slept in an actual bed with an actual mattress.
11. Had the best coffee ever at the Madhatter Roastery in Medicine Hat. Ever. The end.

Now, off for more of those burgers.

dan (who is writing this on a Mac)