For the next three days I drove. I slept in my car to save
money and convince myself that I wasn’t as old as my age and upcoming responsibility implied. Word to the
wise – don’t arrive at the border without a pre-set story, un-showered and wearing
cut-offs with a tie-dye shirt. You will have to wait for some time while your car gets thoroughly searched.
Don’t be doing Yoga in the waiting room when they return either. Trust me,
words to the wise.
I returned home two days before school started. The first week wasn’t easy. It was a blistering 32 degrees C every day and I bike half an hour to school. I gave a sweaty first impression, there’s proof of it in my student card photo. Main campus was a nightmare… full of new students who were at least 8 times more excited than I was to be there. I’m currently a student in the Masters of Social Work Program at Laurier University. I miss the mountains and the open spaces, but I know they’re only waiting and I’ll be back there again soon. I’m grateful to be in school and surrounded in people with diverse opinions and experience. There is much to be learned.
Mount Robson
Touch of death deja-vue
Not nearly as flexible as the lady on the cover of the canmore climbing guide book
Almost as flexible
Top!
You'd be surprised how less creepy he is in real life... sometimes
Ha Ling from the bottom