August 3, 2023
In Canmore: a non sequitur
It’s Thursday morning, less than a week before we return to Portland for a month. I’m a couple of days behind on this journal, both of them days with enough to say about that it will take awhile figuring out which of the hundreds of photos I took to include here and thinking through what I want to say about and remember from these days.
I’ll look forward to writing up our spectacular hike Monday up to Mount Edith Cavell Meadows, and the astonishing blue of the remnants of a glacier melting into Cavell Pond.
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And I’m anxious to relive our drive down the Icefields Parkway Tuesday and the out and back on the David Thompson Highway that we broke up the drive with, stunned the whole way by the procession of peaks that kept seductively drawing us in and leaving me wishing we could just keep biking forward further still. And I can’t wait to see what Rachael pulls off her GoPro when she finds the time to cull through her footage.
But she doesn’t have time now and I don’t either because we’re busy visiting Levi, service dog wannabe:
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And socializing with his puppy parents:
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So I’m sure you’ll understand if we take our time getting back on track here. At this point, with us so close to being back in Portland with a lot of hours to fill anyway, it wouldn’t be a surprise if most of this waits until then. It would make good material for filling up some time while I’m just sitting around some coffee shop waiting for someone to show up and join me.
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