Friday, August 25, 2006
No, the caption to the above is NOT..."Moe - Larry - Curly". Amazingly, after seven years, we were all able to recognize each other. From left to right, the true identity of the couched potatoes would be PBob, CSTerry and Bruce. But I'm getting ahead of the story.
Jill and PBob arrived in Calgary Tuesday morning, August 8th. The weather was uncharacteristically hot, by Calgary standards... but that was soon to change. Cool and rainy quickly became the norm, though it was not a problem since our plan was to lay low in camp (Terry and Ginnu's house) until Saturday, when a gala affair was planned. But I'm getting ahead of the story. The time between our arrival and the party was filled with mini tours of greater Calgary, a trip to COP (Calgary's Olympic Park), the "Taste of Calgary" function, which offered a wide sampling of culinary delights for a nominal fare, going to the movies, dinner with friends and generally loafing about while enjoying each others company. (To the right is a really tall structure connected with Olympic Ski Jumping)
Saturday, Bruce, Tanya, Annie and Robson...along with a host of other friends and relatives, converged at Terry and Ginnu's house for a fabulous meal of baked ham and turkey - with all the trimmings. And yes, Canadians do know how to brew great beer!!! As the evening wound down, Terry realized that there really hadn't been sufficient time for the SJC contingent to do a proper visit, and so... suggested that we might get together for brunch the next day at Bruce and Tanya's place. This would serve several functions, not the least of which would be the necessary motivation to motivate towards Banff and those wonderful mountains. Bruce and Tanya just happened to live on our exit route from Calgary and the rest is, shall we say...history. The brunch matched the calibre of the previous evening's fare and we managed a nice additional visit before hitting the road to Banff around 1:30 PM. Bruce was kind enough to lend a cooler, water bottle and walking stick to the endeavor. To my knowledge, none of these items were ever to be seen again...
Jill and PBob arrived in Calgary Tuesday morning, August 8th. The weather was uncharacteristically hot, by Calgary standards... but that was soon to change. Cool and rainy quickly became the norm, though it was not a problem since our plan was to lay low in camp (Terry and Ginnu's house) until Saturday, when a gala affair was planned. But I'm getting ahead of the story. The time between our arrival and the party was filled with mini tours of greater Calgary, a trip to COP (Calgary's Olympic Park), the "Taste of Calgary" function, which offered a wide sampling of culinary delights for a nominal fare, going to the movies, dinner with friends and generally loafing about while enjoying each others company. (To the right is a really tall structure connected with Olympic Ski Jumping)
Saturday, Bruce, Tanya, Annie and Robson...along with a host of other friends and relatives, converged at Terry and Ginnu's house for a fabulous meal of baked ham and turkey - with all the trimmings. And yes, Canadians do know how to brew great beer!!! As the evening wound down, Terry realized that there really hadn't been sufficient time for the SJC contingent to do a proper visit, and so... suggested that we might get together for brunch the next day at Bruce and Tanya's place. This would serve several functions, not the least of which would be the necessary motivation to motivate towards Banff and those wonderful mountains. Bruce and Tanya just happened to live on our exit route from Calgary and the rest is, shall we say...history. The brunch matched the calibre of the previous evening's fare and we managed a nice additional visit before hitting the road to Banff around 1:30 PM. Bruce was kind enough to lend a cooler, water bottle and walking stick to the endeavor. To my knowledge, none of these items were ever to be seen again...
