Leather As Far As the Eye Can See

My godmother’s daughter, whom I generally refer to as a cousin, texted me during my drive yesterday to warn me that there was a bike rally here in Salmon Arm. She told me to look out for bikes on the highway, which is largely made up of winding, misty mountain passes. I expected something like…

Another Adventure

I get lost all the time. I take “alternate” routes quite often, almost always because I miss a turn or three and have to meander my way to the destination instead of striking a direct path. Today, I was leaving Calgary during morning rush hour, about to embark on the sixish hour journey to the…