Spent the weekend up in the mountains at my sister's ski retreat in lovely Canmore. When we were kids, we used to hold our noses as we drove past Canmore on our way to/from the lake; it was such a smelly little ramshackle gas station turnout that it made us a bit sad to think that people actually had to live there. But now it's the priciest real estate east of Whistler. Everywhere you look: Volvos parked in front of faux riverstone chimnied bamboo floored loft-inspired chalets, each with its own Weber grill on the patio. Not one BUT TWO gas fireplaces. Click! FIRE! (I love this.) Yet another example of how we weren't using our heads when looking for investments. Out in Banff, 15 minutes away, the likes of Alex Baldwin and RFK Jr were having celebrity snowball fights to raise awareness of the planet's water problems. In typical Canadian fashion, everyone stayed away from the town and let the celbs have it to themselves--we had dinner Friday night in one of Banff's most popular restaurants, right at the peak hour, and the kids were wrestling unnoticed right in front of the ice sculpture goose whilst tumbleweeds blew through the dining room.
None of this is going anywhere. I'm going to go play trains with Lief in the basement.
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