I flew there - yes, I work for a climate change program. Unless there are several people making the trip, it is not worth the time to drive. I would have liked to have taken the train but I think that takes 24 hours. I make no excuses. The flight was noisy as hell but a lot of fun. The airline served not only a free meal and coffee, but candies to munch on as we descended. The sun was beginning to rise on the way up, a bright pink-and-orange stripe, but I was sitting on the other side of the plane. Below, all was green and white - trees and lakes, forever. I started The Road.
I had a driving tour around town, including the mine. The sun was up over the horizon.
Later that afternoon, the sun was shining through a snowstorm.
After work, in the common area of the B & B, I read more of The Road . I took myself out for delicious pizza at the local 'institution'. It was quiet outside because of all the snow. I watched bad cable, and allegedly good cable, but even that was bad. Still, watching tv is fun in a hotel. I knitted - my hobby for the new decade. I read more of The Road.
The next morning, my reason for going there and I were booted from her office on account of an unannounced meeting. Her office and the board room are one and the same. This happened two more times. We managed to get some work done.
The flight home was dark. More food, sweets and the end of The Road.
2 comments:
I love that first and last photo.
those middle photos are giving me an absurd recollection of childhood, though I'm pretty sure it's more like recollection of childhood photos. My reasons for feeling this way are: my dad worked in a mine and we owned a truck like that (which we once turned a corner in and my door flew open and my dad laughed and laughed when I freaked out...I think we might have been going 10 or some very slow speed. hahaha that sounds like we never turned a corner other than that one time). Also most photos of said truck are taken in the winter. I'm not sure I ever went to Thompson though, all the travel talk is of Lynn Lake. Anyway, the colours in that sunrise photo kind of capture that 70's photo quality.
Was it weird reading that book whilst way up there? (have only read the wiki summary) Is it a good book?
That office/boardroom situation made me laugh a lot. How strange.
Your first paragraph sounds like Grande Prairie, similar? or not at all?
I keep seeing people with dyed hair and thinking of our conversation.
Hi, I woke up at 4am and am really in need of conversation.
I forgot I blogged and now I have a comment. Yay!
You are funny. I keep telling you that lately. Good truck story - I don't think I've ever heard that one.
If you lived in Leaf then you might have gone to Thompson because it's a big centre for that region, though I think it's only become so recently. Lynn Lake is struggling a lot these days, apparently.
It WAS weird reading that book up there because I started it when I left and finished it as I came home, so it was two totally unfamiliar things at once. Also, it's a really terrifying book in most ways - but also really sweet. Fantastic book, I recommend it. Dad gave it to me for my birthday.
Grand Prairie & Thompson are at practically the same latitude, but most MB development stops around the lakes so Thompson feels much more remote than Grand Prairie.
Dyed hair - ! It's everywhere. Sounds like something Bruce McCullough might sing. Not that I think my songwriting skills are on par with his.
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