I can’t believe it’s been three weeks since I’ve been back from Australia. Damn, where does the time go?
WHAT A TRIP.
So, this bLoG is for my friends who wonder why I haven’t been keeping up with my emails or whatever and think I don’t have time for them, hell – I don’t even have time to wash my clothes.
After the plane landed I had three days to chill and try and get over the dreaded Jet lag, which is hard to do when the weather is great and everybody wants to get outside. Really, April was a fantastic month here in the Rockies. Sunny and warm.
On the fourth day however I started my Wilderness First Aid course. It was a grueling 84 hour cram fest of broken bones, 3rd degree burns and lectures. 10 hours a day for 10 days. Actually, it was loads of fun and the teachers were AWESOME. Props to Jason and Rachel for putting on such a fun event. We got to do lot’s of scenario’s outside (some of which got pretty bloody) and we had a short written test at the end. All in all it was a great experience and something everybody should look into doing if spending extended periods of time outside and more than a few hours from any rescuers. I can now take my rock guides course in Squamtown.
Two days after the course was over, my mom and dad came to visit, and that’s when the clear weather crapped out. They got 7 days of grey skies, rain, snow and drizzle. I took em to Field, Lake Louise, Radium, Invermere, Banff, Okotoks and Calgary. We ate lots and lots of food, drank beer and wine and talked about life out west vs life back east. Unfortunately for me, my folks are NOT mountain people, they hate the cold even more than I do and they just don’t see the sports I do as being fun. My dad much prefers golf and my mother much prefers the beach. They see Canmore as a great place to get eaten by Bears or Cougars. “it’s not that bad” I say.
Whatever happens, I sure as hell ain’t going back to Ontario. I love it there, really and I look forward to each and every trip (twice per year), but it just isn’t the same as it is out here. Quebec is beautiful and has lot’s to offer, but again, it just isn’t the same.
Let me know if you have any input into this, why is the west so much more fun than the east? Or is it just me?