Lord.
Which could either be the best idea I’ve ever had...or...positively crazy-making.
There are just a few too many sidetractions here in Calgary. Like mindless Internet surfing. And blog updating.
There is no address, so the owners have sent me a picture. You know, so I can find it. I have kindly included it here for you, so if I don’t come back, someone will know to come looking for me.
I don’t know much about it, except
a) there are only two streets
b) 300 people live there
c) There is a tavern
I’ve got my hand-drawn map and an email from the owners of the cabin today which read:
“The neighbor on the other side (white and blue house with a big satellite dish) – his name is Cliff and his wife drives the yellow school bus out front. We mentioned that you would be there for the week, that your name was Karen, and he said if you need anything he’s retired and next door (he even said that if you needed someone to have coffee with because you were getting sick of your own company that you could just pop over). He and his wife are super nice and a great resource is something weird happens”
So, they have satellite, eh?
In case something weird happens?!? Well that's reassuring.
Should I bring my shot-gun?!
Me and Cliff’ll be sittin around, talking about the Harvest and then maybe I can convince him to ditch the coffee and come to the Tavern with me, or save me from the lumberjack hiding in the wood shed.
This could really go either way. I could love it and find it restorative and productive out there…
OR
I could drive back early.
Either way, I’m going down the rabbit hole, so wish me luck.
Song of the day: Goin' Up The Country-Canned Heat
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