You said I had the look of a prairie crow
I'm listening to a story on As It Happens about the infestation of tent caterpillars that's ravaging northern and central Alberta. We're heading up to central Alberta this weekend, to a wedding - an outdoor wedding. Sure am glad I know about the billions of tent caterpillars that will be there to greet us.
By contrast, the vegetation here in the south is ridiculously lush right now. Everywhere you look, you are assaulted by such insane greenness that it almost seers your eyeballs. We're used to brown. June is our rainy month, however, so come August the grass will once again crunch as you walk across it. As grass should.
We're heading out on the road early next week, crossing the gap that some call Saskatchewan, till we hit the golden shores of Manitoba on the far side. There will be new babies to sniff, new homes to visit, and nieces to welcome home from a year in the desert. Amongst all the family visits, we will check in on the money pit. I'm already girding my loins for those 486 steps to the outhouse.
Naturally I'll be putting together some road trip mixes.
that will really burn up the kilometres?