A week ago the Running Room was asking for volunteers. What the heck, I’m not running the marathon. I have the time.
So, this morning, I was part of their fashion show. The biggest problem was getting out of a warm, comfortable bed at an early hour. But really, I should be used to that by now.
What is the point of a fashion show? I can’t really believe that showing clothes off, far from a store, will encourage people to go buy them later. Or maybe that is just because I’m a guy.
I was only in front of people for less than a minute. One of four models.

I enjoy hearing the sound of thunder in the distance. It is a nice soothing sound. I was plugging away at my computer this evening, mostly wasting time. Suddenly there is a loud strike that sounds like it came right outside my window.
And then the fire alarm starts going.
I grab the two important things to rescue and head out. Near the fire doors on my level there is a strange smell. Someone else describes it as burnt plastic. That isn’t good.
Eventually six fire trucks show up. Multiunit dwellings rate a lot of trucks.
In the end, nothing seems to be on fire and we’re let back in.
A half hour later I find that the lightning did hit the building, specifically the firewall. It travelled down the rebar through the concrete. There were some exit wounds near the fire doors where it blew out the drywall. Which explains the mess on the floors in the area.
My unit is right next to the firewall.

When I ran the Death Race, I was a little surprised that I never changed clothes for the entire run. Yes, I was stinky and smelly, but I never got too cold or too hot. The biggest change was rolling up or down my sleeves as necessary.
Now, I have noticed that my clothes don’t seem to fit anymore. My waist appears to have shrunk; I need to use another notch in my belt. I’m not fashionable, I hate shopping for clothes. I do not want to have to get an entirely new wardrobe.
But I also don’t want to eat more.

I sense that I’m not getting a lot of sympathy from people over these problems.

I consider eight to be my lucky number. Today is the epitome of that number. 08/08/08.
For some time I had decided that if I was going to do a major event, this would be the day to do it. Something like a wedding. But I’m still 100% girlfriend-free, so I don’t see that happening today.
It feels like a bit of a letdown that I have nothing exciting planned. Unless something unplanned is in the works that I don’t know about…

I think I’ll drive extra carefully today.

Yes, I did it. I did the whole thing. And it was hard. As advertised. I wonder in horror what it would have been like if it wasn’t a dry year. My shoes were muddy on every leg.
I was doing this with two friends, and we started out together, but we eventually separated. I did see one of them at almost every relay point, but the other one took off faster than either of us.
Leg one was the easiest. Nineteen kilometers that I barely noticed. It rained a bit, but that just kept you cool.
Leg two was the hardest. There were two mountain peaks, and in between them was the Slugfest, a muddy, vegetation filled tripping hazard. It didn’t help that a kilometer in, my left foot started to hurt. Did I tie my shoe too tight? I thought I had broken this pair in, but they were still fairly new trail runners. I ignored it, but it hurt for the entire leg. Fortunately it seemed to go away when I changed shoes at other legs, but the pain was still there, just not as sharp.
On Mount Flood, the top was cold and rainy. After I left it apparently started to sleet. Unfortunately, I needed to stop to eat up there. It didn’t seem right to eat while you are still climbing; That would upset the stomach. My backpack also broke. Nothing irreparable, but the jury rig that a volunteer helped me with made getting stuff from it a lot harder. It was easier to ask someone else to get something out of it.
I forgot that I do not require glasses to see, so I never took off my sunglasses. With the rain making them opaque, I’m surprised I didn’t fall down more than the once. I twisted my right ankle, but like a good runner, I walked it off. Then there was the mudslide down to Washy Creek and up to Grande Mountain. Then there was the plummet down the side, back to town. The poles really helped so my knees aren’t totally shot. And the trail runners also kept my feet alive.
Leg three was actually rather pleasant. It is the easiest leg. New shoes also helped. Going downhill mostly (which I knew I would have to pay back later) made it quick. And 45 minutes into it there was a sign saying I had reached the halfway point. It lied. An hour later I realized that that would have been one of my fastest runs ever if it was true.
I did have to take a break when I ran into a bear and her cub. It took a few moments for my mind to register what I was seeing. That was no large dog, but a big black bear running across that clearing. And a cub coming down the tree. I stopped, called out to others that there was a bear, and slowly backed away. Eventually it wandered into the woods, and I joined someone else continuing on the trail. Fortunately it headed in the opposite direction of the bear.
Leg four is often considered the hardest because it has the tallest mountain and it is the longest. But it wasn’t that bad. The climb up was steady, if a bit muddy, but by this time I wasn’t in a rush. I had made the important cutoff with an hour to spare, and I could probably walk the rest of the way to the end. And I don’t think it rained at all for this leg.
Once I got above the tree-line and was going on the switchback, the biggest problem was the sun in my eyes; I had abandoned my sunglasses at the start of the leg. The view was fantastic, but I didn’t have the energy or time to enjoy it. After the top, it was actually pleasant running downhill. I tried to rush it as much as possible because the sun was setting. Once it was down, I was totally dependent on my headlamp. And I didn’t want to run when I could only see a small patch of light. I hadn’t trained with it and it took me awhile to figure out that when I was seeing a black thing scurrying towards my feet, it was only the shadow of a leaf. I hooked up with a girl who was part of a relay team and we stuck together. Safety in numbers. She had taken the Death Race training course so could give me pointers. She was also cuter than my friend who eventually caught up with me, so I let him go on without me. We did walk most of the way until we hit beaver dam road. It was a gravel road downhill and we made good time, but we should have taken some breaks because my legs were aching by the time we hit bottom.
Leg five was a walk. I tried to run at the start, but it was through a lot of vegetation with rocks and roots. My legs were so tired by this point that I was tripping a lot. Several people passed me. Surprisingly I eventually caught up with both of my friends. It took me awhile to realize this. I was not mentally prepared to catch up. We stuck together for the rest of the run. Well, walk.
The Smoky River crossing supposedly had a fantastic view of a rock formation. I wonder what it looked like. There, we were told that we only had twelve kilometers to go. We continued on, climbing steep hills. I was desperately trying to remember what the course profile looked like to figure out how many of them we would have to deal with. It was worse in my head.
A few kilometers later we came across a course volunteer. (We saw his dog first, but only its glowing eyes staring back at us.) He said we only had eight kilometers to go. One of my running partners said we had roads for the last seven kilometers, so we had something to look forward to. We continued on to a part called the “Root Route”. That was not a place you want to run in the dark.
Sometime later we came across a sign saying we had nine kilometers to go.
With the sun rising, you could start seeing shadows, and under those conditions a lot of things look like a road coming up. Afterwards we discovered that there is only road for the last three kilometers. One of the last signs we did see was one saying there were hamburgers in five kilometers. We hoped that meant the end, and wasn’t just saying the location of the nearest McDonalds.
Then we came out of the woods. It was bright enough to turn off the headlamps. And we all crossed the finish line together. We had done it under twenty two and a half hours.
My left foot hurt the most after I rested. It had swollen up a bit, and any pressure I put on it, hurt a lot. I eventually figured out that it was better if I put a tight shoe on. The next day my right ankle started swelling. And of course, I am now walking like a penguin. I have got to see a masseuse and get these muscles working again.
And, since the award ceremony, I have the official Death Race coin that comes in a nice box with my name engraved in it and an incorrect time.

I’m in Grande Cache now. The drive here was fine, although probably a little fast. The rain didn’t bode well.
At the orientation session we were told it was a dry course this year. I don’t know how that works but I’m willing to go with it. The speaker was very inspirational. So afterwards it was, “Wow! I’m pumped. Let’s go to bed.”
The chief piece of advice: Go slow and conserve your energy. No one ends strong.

Tomorrow I leave for Grande Cache and then I run the Death Race on Saturday through to Sunday.
I’m sick of eating. I need to load up on carbs, but I’ve never been a big eater. Yesterday I had to muscle through the gag-reflex while eating lunch. Too much food.
A fortune cookie I had today announced “You will soon be crossing warm waters for a fun vacation.” Ominous?
In theory, somewhere on the Death Race site you will be able to track my progress. I can’t find it, but then it might only show up while I’m on the trails.
Right now I’m in a dull state of nervous. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do this. Looking at the statistics, I probably won’t.

To prepare for the Death Race I have to start paying attention to what I eat. In essence, I need to carb load.
What this means is that for the next few days I can’t eat carbs. Only meat. I’m on the Atkins diet. So, lunch was an omelette, and I did not feel full and satiated afterwards.
In fact, I’m cranky.
I’m off to Dungeon Master a D&D game now.

Someone’s gonna die.

The Death Race is in about a week now. I’m still worried that I won’t make it, which is understandable.
Did I train enough?
That is the big question. I’m in a dangerous area right now. I’ve heard that any training you do less than two weeks before a race isn’t going to help. Is that really true?
I had been planning to do some hill training yesterday. But a litany of excuses came to me: It’s too hot out. I’m still recovering from the mountain climb. I might injure myself close to the big race.
I don’t want to.

The race details has the following information:

Results are then given directly to the central timing database and will be uploaded to our website and available for near instant viewing either on-line or posted regularly at our downtown race results station as relay stations close and results come in.

This means that people will be able to check on my progress as I’m running. I’m trying to find the actual place you can do it. I think this is it, but I’m not sure.

176 hours to go.

I climbed a mountain yesterday. And not a small, rinky, dinky mountain either. A big one. According to the website, it was 1.5 kilometers up.
I am making this sound better than it is. This climb did not involve climbing equipment. No ropes, or crampons were used. Just climbing poles, boots, gloves, and suntan lotion.
Which brings me to the realization that I can either remember to put suntan lotion on my ears, or on my neck. But never both. Yesterday I chose the ears, so my neck is a mass of red.
Heading to the park from Edmonton, the weather did not look pleasant. Cloudy skies, spitting rain, and storm watches for all of Alberta. However, as soon as we crossed into Banff park, the weather cleared up. It was actually quite nice when we got to the campsite. The biggest problem was the near freezing temperatures overnight, but then that made the campsite bug free.
The climb itself started easy, with just a simple continuing switchback a dog could traverse. This part was below the tree-line, so it was hard to see how high we were. Actually, it felt like a game of the first level of Donkey Kong but without the ladder shortcuts. The trees then started to get more and more stunted until they disappeared entirely and the trail opened into a large field/valley with lakes and magnificent echoing cliff walls.
This led up to Sentinel pass, a narrower switchback. By now there were no more plants, so I could see the trail from across the meadow. At the top of the pass I could see into another valley, and we were met by a pair of fat squirrels. There was no plant life anywhere around here, so they must have been getting all their food from passing hikers. And they expected to be fed! They would raid backpacks and get upset if there wasn’t any food.
From here it was no longer easy. It was a scramble up rock faces using hands. Nominally there was a trail, but we kept losing it. Invariably we took the harder way. And getting lost on the side of a mountain is not fun. It was slow going, but we took breaks every so often to catch our breath. And take pictures of us in precarious positions. At one point we even saw a plane flying below us.
We met a Kiwi coming down. She described herself as a wuss on this peak. I think she was fishing for compliments because this had been her third peak today. She was trying to climb the equivalent of Mount Everest in 48 hours.
After awhile though, things did become easier. This was because we could see the top and it looked flat. As long as flat was considered a severe angle. Nothing blocking the way except gravity. And snow. And lack of oxygen. We were making a rapid rise in altitude.
We did take a wrong turn again though and were climbing up a small glacier. This was rather dangerous because the glacier ended below us at a cliff. Eventually I saw other people coming down a different trail to the right, and figured out that that was the way to go. It was a lot easier on the trail than slogging through deep snow.
After seven and a half hours, the top was almost anticlimactic. It was a gorgeous view. We were on top of a mountain bigger than all the others around it. There were mountains as far as the eye could see. I was seeing into other provinces. But the only real advantage to being at the top top, as opposed to a hundred meters lower was the 360 degree view.
I did make sure to mark my territory at the top, so it’s my mountain now. You can’t have it.
Coming down was a lot easier. And scarier. The snow at the top was slippery and one uncontrolled slide, even if it is just a meter, puts life in perspective. But the trail was a lot easier to follow. However, we did leave it completely behind at one point. Half the mountain is covered in scree, punctuated by the occasional cliff. Scree is easy to go down, as long as you are wearing proper boots and using the climbing poles. It starts to become like downhill skiing. (I really need to try that one of these days.) Or a controlled fall.
When we got to the meadow beneath Sentinel pass we met one person running down the trial. He was apparently late for work. Five minutes later, another person came running by. He was the driver of the car. Five minutes later a girl came next. She had the keys to the car.
In comparison, from the top to the bottom took only four hours.

In conclusion, I think mountains deserve their place in being bigger than us and we shouldn’t try to change that.

Joss Whedon has made several good television shows. Most recently, he made Firefly. That show died before it got a chance, which is a shame. It was great and I wish it could have gone on for a long time.
That is why I’m going to have to be very supportive of his latest effort, Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog. There have been two episodes online so far, and they are fantastic. One of the few times I’ve enjoyed a musical. The third episode comes out on Saturday, a day when I’ll be completely in the wilderness.
And a part of me is tempted to bring my laptop down in case there is a rogue wi-fi connection available in the middle of nowhere.
Now, to support this, I’m going to have to buy the episodes on iTunes and the eventual DVD.

This could get expensive.

The other day I checked my mailbox and found the usual stack of flyers. Only this time, there was a useful one in it. Free coupons for the video rental place I go to. The one that is three and a half minutes away, door-to-door. (I timed it.) And these are good coupons too! Outright free movie rentals. These are the first-hit’s-free offers to get you to rent movies.
In other words, I can use these.
But wait, there’s more! My neighbors are not as discriminating as me. The recycling bin below the mailboxes had lots of extras available. Score!
They expire in August, and I’ll be done my Death Race training in the start of that month. I can see me being a total couch potato for an entire month.

And I’m going to get new rentals too!

Earlier this week, on the way home from CostCo, I annoyed a motorcyclist. I didn’t see him as I changed lanes on Groat road. He had to swerve out of the way. When we were next to each other I yelled out an apology and things seemed fine from there.
This incident has improved my driving skills. I’m now taking better care when changing lanes. However, I’m not taking total blame on this. Maybe I was changing lanes with insufficient signaling, but he may have been speeding along, faster than the speed limit. Groat road is known for motorcyclists going too fast. I know, I’ve done it.
The right thing to do would be to take total responsibility, but I have to live with myself, and wallowing in guilt is no way to live. I’m tired of doing that.
This might explain why I haven’t taken my scooter out this year. It’s not safe if there are people like me on the road.
The complete opposite is also true.
Today, on the way home from CostCo, I was on Groat road and I saw a motorcyclist ahead of me, heading in the opposite direction. He took the curve a little too quickly and hit the divider. There was a spray of rocks and gravel, but he kept going. It didn’t look comfortable. However, two seconds later, a rock from his collision hit my windshield, leaving a nice divot.
That does not look cheap to repair.
When I last went to get an oil change at the Honda dealership, they phoned my up after about an expensive repair my car also needed. They mentioned parts I’ve never heard of, and did not tell me the consequences of not fixing it. I’m not sure if it was them looking for trouble, or another repair that will cost me money to fix.
I’m going camping tomorrow. I’m not driving.

There was an article in the paper last Friday about the “Chick Drain”. Basically, the women in Alberta (or even Canada) are leaving the country in hopes of finding men. Apparently it is easier to date men in the States. Canadians are poor salesmen of themselves.
Interesting and frightening. I always thought the dating scene in Alberta was bad because it is mostly men here, working in the oil patch. Now I find that the women are actively moving away. And now that I think about it, my sister did the exact same thing.
My biggest beef with the article is that it just describes the problem and offers no advice on a solution. I have found very little education available on picking up women in a friendly manner. Mostly I’ve been able to find duplicitous advice that doesn’t seem gentlemanly. (Which is practically the point of the article.) I would like to know how to go from talking to someone you barely know to asking them out for dinner without looking/feeling creepy.
I can’t recall ever seeing a scene in a movie where a man successfully picks up a woman whom he knows nothing about. Either the scene cuts out early, or it is meant to show how bad the man is at picking up women.
I have no good role-models.

I ran. Then I ran some more. Then I went dancing. And then I ran some more. Eight and a half hours total over this weekend. 90.2km total.
In theory I would continue this insane schedule next weekend (only slightly insanier). It feels like I’m back in university, but instead of studying, physical activity! However, back then, it wasn’t bad if I studied too much. Now, if I exercise too much, I could injure myself.
Next weekend I will be climbing a mountain instead. It looks like a good way to get hill training and altitude acclimation in at the same time.
I hope the weather is good.
In an interesting development, apparently my next door neighbor is also going to go to the Death Race. But he is only doing one leg.
As you can see, he is much smarter than I am.

I walked along Whyte Avenue to go get my hair cut. The way was blocked, however, by the annual Art Walk.
Since I had to pass a lot of art, I’ve come to a few conclusions. Foremost is that most of the artists can’t draw. Sometimes you can see a bit of evidence that they could if they wanted, but they usually mess it up by being “artistic”.
Sad, really.
If I’m going to buy art, I want concrete evidence that the artist had a vision in mind when they made it. (This is also my opinion of movies.) Splotches of color don’t cut it.
And then, if they can actually draw, what they drew is boring. Naked women lounging around; You would think that would be something, but if they aren’t doing anything, or don’t look like they had an interesting past, then it is a waste of my time. And easily mistaken as porn; Which you don’t want to hang on your wall if there is a chance your mother will visit.
Finally, I found someone who did have good art. They had an idea in their head, and they expertly put it on canvas. Plus, something is happening in each of their pictures. Since I’ve found their website and can see their titles, they just got cooler.
Unfortunately, the artist is the son of a good friend, so I can’t claim to be completely unbiased. In my defense, I didn’t realize I knew him until after my eye was caught by the art.

There was an Apple store opening up in West Edmonton Mall. The first 1000 people would get a free t-shirt. Do I need this t-shirt? No. Do I want this t-shirt more than life itself? Possible exaggerating there, but the thought does count.
However, I had a run I needed to do this morning. So I get up earlier than ever to hit the pavement for two hours. I feel like I’m in school again where I should always be studying for something. Only now it is physical instead of mental.
Anyway, I finish the run and get down to the store before it opens. There is a line up, but I find two old co-workers that I haven’t seen in years. I spent the rest of the morning with them, talking and reminiscing.
The store was cool. Crowded too. And I really want to buy something there, but I’m in the middle of a quandary.
The iPhone comes out in a week. But everything I’ve read is that it is way over-priced. Maybe Rogers is only doing that to gouge the Apple-philes who stood too close to the RFD and aren’t thinking properly. It might go down in a few months…
Or it might not. Which means I will not be getting a cell phone, and will stick with my landline. Which also means I should get an iPod Touch. (FYI, they are cheaper at Costco.)
So, do I buy an iPod Touch and assume the price will not go down? Or keep waiting until an iPhone can be mine for a reasonable price?
I really would like to try programming these things. I wish I had an idea for a cool application…

It concerns me that most of what I blog about lately has to do just with running. It’s not that interesting, and yet it is the most interesting thing about me. What else do I have but daily life?
Speaking of…
I woke up this morning in the greater Calgary area. It pretty much rained all day. When I got to Edmonton in the evening, it was nice and clear. My condo was an inferno. (Not literally. Just temperaturly.)
Still, despite having to work tomorrow, I wandered down to the river valley and saw the fireworks. Very nice. Warm out, and I don’t recall feeling and mosquitos.

If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory

What would you ask if you had just one question

Which is a good point. What would you ask God if you had one question? Luckily, by definition, the obvious question has already been answered; Is there a god? So we can move onto juicier stuff.
If we want to get maximum value out of the one question, we’ve got to think of the benefit to humanity. Two things come to mind, depending on whether we want to be forward thinking or backward thinking. Both are requests for technology that would help everybody.
“What is the way to travel faster than the speed of light?” With that we would, presumably, be able to conquer the galaxy and spread humanity out. Let’s face it, all our eggs are in the Earth basket right now. Of course God could be a jerk and reveal a method that has too high a cost to use. (First you need a planet made of antimatter…) If we have time we could probably get some scientists and lawyers to come up with the ideal version of the question. Also, it takes away humanity’s victory in finding the discovery. It wouldn’t feel like we made it and deserved it, but had it handed to us. Stuff we get for free isn’t as appreciated.
The other technology, which I can’t phrase in the form of a question here, is a lesser known science fiction trope. Basically, a machine that allows people to see anything that happened in the past. With that we could answer all the questions of history, but more importantly, always have a credible witness to any crime. Everyone would have to take responsibility for their actions.
Of course it is also possible to massively abuse the technology if it was common and not just used in the hands of licensed professionals. It could destroy all privacy when anyone could see what you were up to at such-and-such a time. If used well, I think this would give a good way to clean up humanity. But after looking at what I wrote, it also looks like a good way to start a despotic government.
So I guess the first question is my top choice.

I got up before the crack of dawn to go do a super-run. Starting at 5:30, I ran 51km into the Kananaskis. Since in the Calgary area, the high today is 30 degrees, I thought an early departure time was important. And it helped. Just not completely.
My father was nice enough to be a support vehicle for me, letting me get more water if I needed it, but also letting me know the temperature. It maxed out at 20 degrees, but I don’t think the car took into account that I wasn’t in the shade and the pavement radiated heat. I thought it would be cooler in the mountains.
I eventually ran out of park, so I had to turn around and head back to get the necessary distance. Which means I had to go over the pass twice. The “pass” is another word for small mountain. I had to walk up that monster.
But now I’m done, and I’ll be paying for this for the next couple of days.

I don’t think I’ve been getting enough sleep lately. I’m wide awake at bedtime, but paying for it the next morning. So I’ve been cranky. I noticed I was far too aggressive while driving home today.
In any case, I had said I would go out to a salsa dancing class tonight. I really should have been packing, or doing hill training, but if I’m invited out, I have to go. Unfortunately, ten minutes after I agreed to go, the person who invited me bailed out. So I ended up going to the get-together, not knowing anyone, and not knowing even who was part of the get-together.
If this was a con game, it would be known as a “bait and switch”.
The class was okay, but the crowd did seem a little old for me. I think I would have been better off going to the Funky Buddha’s salsa night. The dance floor is much smaller, but the girls are younger. And I can be awkward just as easily in a bar conveniently close to home.

Swing class was fun. There were less people there this time. That was probably a good thing because the place where it was held was already fairly hot.
It was pointed out that I was looking sunburnt. I don’t feel sunburnt, but now that I look at my forehead with new eyes, I can agree there is a resemblance to the burning of the skin.
Everyone seemed to like the dipping part the best. It’s a fun maneuver.

I went to an informal improv class today. Or at least part of. I would have like to have been there on time, but the aforementioned run took precedence. It was nice, but it has been about a year since I last did improv. Rusty did not begin to describe it.
Still, fun was had by all.
Now, for the first time in years, I am not having pasta on a Saturday night while I am at home. Since I have always done a long run on Sunday morning, pasta was a good source of calories. But since I did the run this morning, I get to have variety.
Ironically, my dinner-of-champions yesterday was poutine. And for lunch today I had a boost drink. It was dangerous, because last week I saw a friend drink one while on the run and end up with horrible stomach problems. Hasn’t affected me. So far.
I am really looking forward to being able to sleep-in tomorrow. And because I can, I get to stay up late tonight. Swing dancing, here I come.

It’s a beautiful day out. But not for running. Unfortunately that is exactly what I did. It was way too hot.
I got a new hydration pack. This one doesn’t leave my neck in a vise. It’s eyesore green in color. However it only holds 1.5 litres. And on a hot day like today, that isn’t enough.
Well, I still have a lot to do today. Including stuff I should have been at two hours ago. But I need to train for running, and this was the day we were doing it.
Morons.

A new record yesterday. 51km. That is far too long.
What did help is that I had purchased a hydration pack. This is a minimalist backpack that holds 3 litres of water. That was enough to get me through the entire run. Well almost; I did grab some water from a gas station, but I think I had enough in my pack still to cover it.
The problem was that the pack was designed for cyclists. Which meant that it rode up high on my back; To the point where it had my neck in a clamp. Most of the time I had to slouch over to give it some relief. I’m bruised there today, and I don’t see me ever trying it on again. I’ve already returned it, but now I need to find a new source of water.
We all know what happens when I run out of water.
One of the other problems I have to deal with is calories. After a long, long run, my stomach shrinks to nothing. So I felt very full at lunch, even though I should have eaten more. Heck, dinner was a large slice of lemon pie. That is not a sufficient source of calories. But because my stomach is so small, I don’t feel hungry.
It took me until this evening to figure out why I was so lethargic today. So I’m scrounging my home for any sources of calories and scarfing them down.
Don’t move too slowly around here. I can’t guarantee your safety.

I threw a party tonight. After it was over, I got an instant message from a guest who had driven down Whyte Avenue. “Talk about the scenic route.”
I haven’t been on Whyte for awhile, so I thought I should go and enjoy the half-naked women who patrol this part of town.
Of course, you have to also put up with the crazies who also cavort the streets. But there are hot women. However, if they are outside, chances are they were exiled there to smoke.
The two Kokanee Glacier Girls were looking very nice, but they didn’t seem to want to talk. Weird.