A week ago, I was on the train from Vancouver to Jasper, Alberta watching the lights of the city merge into the darkened fields of the Canadian prairie. The vast and mysterious openness made our train feel like a coil of light and life, threading its way through the cold frontier. I made it safely into Jasper National Park the next morning and enjoyed three solid days in the Canadian Rockies.
On Friday, a four hour shuttle ride brought me to Edmonton International where I flew back to Denver, geared up in Boulder, and drove down to Moab, Utah. Arriving at 3 AM after being up 22 hours, I had a few hours of restless sleep. The weekend of biking was fun, tiring, but it had a bittersweet feeling. My last night in Jasper, I had a delicious praline-creme tee-pee coated in chocolate dust, just an incredible desert. As I ate it I was a little sad, because I knew I would not pass this way again--that's somewhat how the weekend felt.
Yesterday was a bit of a recovery day, didn't get much done at work. Got some bad news from home, which sadly isn't all that unexpected these days.
I'm going tonight to negotiate to see if I can stay in my apartment in Boulder. There's a very strong sense of heaviness in my life these days, but I'm trying to keep a positive outlook and dare I say, a bit of humor?
Still, "it's always darkest before dawn." I'll have some photo galleries up later this week if I can access my webby site.
