Good things come to an end...

Sigh...

I'm writing from Blackfalds, Alberta, my vacation finally at an end. It's not really depressing to be back in flat-land Alberta... No, it's sickening instead.

Last night we had an outdoor supper. The air was warm, the weather was nice. Halfway through the meal we were rained out with sun-showers. It was still sunny though, and it was still warm. I showed my aunt Laura what Absinthe was, even though she was too chicken to sample it. She shared with me a fine red wine. I had my last sit-down with my family, and went to bed.

I was yelled at by my own family. I thought that using their private stores of soap and shampoo in their shower would be rude, but instead they found it almost insulting that I didn't help myself. Wierd people... :)

After having more food and company to keep an army happy, after sleeping in most days and enjoying the scenery, after doing a multitude of activities, it was time to go home to our normal and dreary daily lives. Sigh...

Great uncle Willie gave me a bunch of wollen work socks, bless the man. Laura handed over a few precious family antiques that I'll keep. We took lots of video and pictures for my internet blogs... And I had a holiday for the first time in many many years.

Not bad for a mere $50.oo on my behalf for trip costs, plus a day of hard, honest work.

Half-way through the mountains, on our way back to Alberta, everyone's mood suddenly changed. We became quiet, depressed, almost soul-sick it seems. The other drivers suddenly transformed into asshole Albertans, cutting people off just to get ahead by one measly car-length. It even rained on us as we drove past the forests that were slowly changing into shorter, sicker trees...

Mike, my dad, just HAD to be a brat. He stole from Crown Land several chunks of government shale rock for personal use. Maryanne is his accomplice. I'm the witless witness. :)

It seemed that every bicycle enthusiast in B.C. was on our narrow mountain highway on our way home. We passed close to (if not more) than a hundred cyclists, all spread up and down the highway. All of them were cycling east towards Alberta.

We made a quick pit-stop in Olds I believe. There I saw the neatest home-made camperized van ever. This old man had made a wooden camper for his van. It looked like a gypsy wagon, only on a van. The walls were just stacked slats of thin strips of wood on top of each other. It looked like those blinds on windows that roll up and down, only these wooden slats were solid and wouldn't move. We couldn't take a picture because the camera was buried under pillows at the time.

Alberta was blanketed in snow as we entered, and remained so for quite a ways. It's sickening, to come from sunny paradise and enter our flat-land, snow-covered, short-treed land of rude and ignorant people. After driving northbound on highway 2, the snow just suddenly disappeared, and returned to summer green grass and fields.

Here I am in Blackfalds, like I said. I called my mother at home, telling her I made it just fine, and that I'm coming home soon. The ever-flowing cash reserves in my bank account have finally dwindled after two months of doing nothing, so it's time I find work once again. Oh joy...

Since I can't link videos to Blogger properly, once I'm back home with all of my other files, I'll start posting on my new Vox account. I should have saved my old Vox blog, but it's too late now to recover it. Tomorrow all of the digital video and pictures we took on this trip will be burnt onto a CD for me. From there, I can put it on my computer and then upload it onto my Google Video account, giving me a web-link so I can post my videos for all to see without taking up any monthly storage space on my blogs.

My poor knees... Being cooped up in a back seat with no leg room at all. Make your hearts bleed for me folks, make your hearts bleed for me...

Anyways, I'll be home in Fort Saskatchewan soon enough. Any changes to my other sites will be posted, so you readers can track me down and keep in contact with me.

It's late. Later peeps!