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Ah… the first arctic high pressure system off the season has descended from the North. Overnight temperatures have descended to a frosty -35 degrees Celsius. Time once again to embrace hot chocolate, snow tires and multiple layers of clothing.
I think winter has finally arrived for me. Listening to the radio, they were talking about -16 degree windchill and snow at the International Airport. Today, I may have to put the shorts away. Although I am not ready to concede to closed toe footwear yet.
In light of such momentous weather news, let’s start the cold out right with a little Vivaldi.
Summer vacation is never complete without a trip to Kaslo, British Columbia. Packing up the fiancee and parental unit we embarked on the 12 hour car trip (Oh, and a stop off at Radium Hotsprings as well) to the funky/quaint town known as Kaslo. It is a week of intensive learning, singing and general revelry. This year, as last, was a good time. Let the photoblogging begin!
Getting to Kaslo from Alberta requires a ferry ride. Woo!
In a valley surrounded by mountains and lakes (Kootaney lake in photo), oh the horror.
The Moyie, one of the largest paddle wheel boats in existence. Now a museum.
Kaslo is a hamlet that sees some rain, evidenced by the mossy roof.
A sample of the flowers at the Kaslo townsite.
Ah, singing central, everyday from 10 till 3 of drilling and singing and more singing.
Our trusty steed and lodging for the week at Kaslo. The local ravens decided that our jeep was a great place for their bird-doo.
The beach was a five minute walk away from our lodging. It was lovely, except for the rain. :)
One of the singers brought her Shetland Sheepdog "Mcduff" along for the week. And as in most cases, the experience is always enhanced when dog is added.
Looking North at the continental divide on the Kootenay ferry, and so endeth our Kaslo trip for the year
Ah, if politics for us humans could be just as easy…
What? We're comfy!
Cats at the parental unit’s house. They have a rough life indeed.
"Speedy" and "Angel" in the window.
Recent cutbacks have curbed my employment at the school that I teach in. So today was my last day. Some days you feel like a song. Today I feel like this…
Greetings gentle readers, it is that time of year again when my professional and academic interests overlap. A nice way of saying that between being a teacher during the day and now also a student during the night, the amount of time I have to blog will be reduced dramatically. The posts from me will be less frequent but I hope my fellow commentators Mystro and Intransigentia can take up a little of the blogging slack. I will make sure the DWR Sunday disservice continues though, I’ve been having way too much fun with that as of late and would hate to see it go away.
Your readership and commenting is appreciated, carry on.
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