Greetings from Alberta, Canada, where I just returned from a 4,000 step walk through snow and ice. While it’s about -4 degrees Fahrenheit outside, the raw beauty of the snow covered hillsides more than makes up for the chilly temperatures. There is a nifty little trail along Lake Elizabeth right outside my B &B, with deer tracks and requisite piles of frozen dog poop, which begs one to keep walking, but alas, my ears burned until they went numb, indicating it was time to go home.

 I had a go at “curling” last night. This sport is kinda-like bowling, except you throw “rocks” instead bowling balls, and lanes are covered with ice. Everyone is equipped with brooms to groom the ice. While I am not doing it justice with my description, I do believe I am hooked.

Gotta hoof it back to the airport,

Out of the black and into the blue one step at a time,

Dr.D.