Last Saturday, there was the “Tommy Chong Memorial Scavenger Hunt” for the scooterists in Edmonton. I wandered past at the wrong moment, and was drafted in. At least the temperature really improved that day. It actually did go up to 20 degrees. (And for the record, my thermometer was showing the high for the past week, not the current temperature.)
Anyway, it wasn’t that much fun. We were given clues of where we needed to go and get evidence that we had been there. The clues are what killed me. They seemed geared for people who had lived in Edmonton all their life. How was I supposed to know that the university bar was called “The Powerplant”. There were a few that I should have been able to get, no matter where I lived, but I guess I’m just dumb. I got a few of the clues, but on the whole I gave up after an hour. I returned to the start and gave my entries. Then I went off to do other things.