In The Mountain’s Shadow, We Found Gold

Getaways are important.

They let you concentrate on having fun with the people your with. This weekend Sarah, Caitlyn, Lexi and I (all staff of the Art Gallery of St. Albert), decided to take a little break and drive down to Jasper. We had a great time (rain and sun) and got to explore the little town of Jasper thoroughly!

For the amount of times I’ve been to Jasper this was probably the most time I’ve ever spent exploring the actual town. Most of my trips there are for snowboarding so I usually only spend 20 or so minutes in the town itself. I’ll have to change this as I’m now adding Coco’s Cafe to my list of must do’s for the area. Cocos was a great little cafe, with great staff (who can whip up a darn good smoothie). Sitting in a cafe like Cocos really gives a…

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Along The Winding River

The Long Way There

Today a most delightful voyage, this time not on foot, but rather by boat, which was a nice break from the usual Tuesday hiking tradition.  Our journey was one that I’ve been waiting my whole life to take, something that until this day I have sadly neglected to accomplish, despite the fact that is located right here in my home town.  Oh I’ve wanted to do it, always talked about doing it, made distant and mislaid plans…. but in all these years have never been able to muster up the means and or ambition to go out and actually do it.  When it boils right down to it I think the problem was that I never really knew what I was missing, now I do.  Finally now this most unexpected opportunity, plans for todays adventure were made but late last night through simple  text message asking me if I wanted to take a boat ride.

The journey…

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Alltid noen å betro seg til


Jeg har syndet herr Forbanna Snegle. Jeg har myrdet din familie. Eller kanskje ikke din, siden du bor i skogen og er flott. Men dine infame, innpåslitne slimete slektninger. De som raser av gårde i sakte fart og etterlater våre forblåste svabergplanter gjennomgnagd med jarlsberglook og halvblanke spor på stilken. De har jeg syndet mot. Jeg har latt de forlate dette jordiske liv. I hopetall. Jeg er en tolerant person. Jeg aksepterer mer enn de fleste. Annerledeshet er kult. Men dere.,- du og helst dine underbetalte hyttenære fettere og forbaska kusiner liker jeg dårlig. Snailtrail er snart bare historie på Valsvikodden. Jeg myrder snegler. Jeg håper det ikke finnes snegler i himmelen eller helvete eller hvor jeg måtte havne. Så hør meg herr Skogssnegle. Bli hvor du er. Ikke kom til sjøen. Vi er venner i skauen, men . . . .

Svartskogsnegl (Arion ater) er et bløtdyr og tilhører…

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