Sat 13 Oct 2007
10/13/07 – Brickhouse, Fernie
Breakfast at the Cycle Inn. Most likely the best fruit salad I’ve ever enjoyed. Golden Raspberries?!
The best view from the slowest fast food joint.
I was finally warm today! Anyone who’s met me along the way so far knows that I just can’t seem to get my core body temperature up. I kept thinking that a chill was a curse, but I know now that it is quite the opposite. Those who have traveled light may be able to relate. Shivering doesn’t necessitate another trip to the laundromat, sweating does. And when one’s wardrobe comes out of a backpack day in and day out, the discomfort of being chilly may be a small price to pay for the comfort of not smelling gross.
Tonight I was told that I spoke well. This is something that I really needed to hear because I recently discovered that no matter how much I protest, I do totally tend to say “really” and “totally” way too often. Isn’t there some strategy to purge such repetition? I think it’s used more commonly to treat a potty mouth. You choose an unusual word to say instead. Any suggestions for something to replace my verbal vices?
Cat @ The Brickhouse – If you squint, it kind of looks like my guitar is floating.
Or that my left hand is REALLY strong…
Our new friends Dave and Paula generously allowed us to squat in their place while we were in Fernie. It was so nice to have a homey place to crash, but I found myself reliving the days in our 400 square foot apartment on River Ave in Winnipeg. We couldn’t go back! How many times per week would it happen that we’d arrive home at 3 in the morning with so much to talk about, but have to shush each other to keep the neighbours happy?
Apartment living is not for the nocturnal!