are you my city?

Yesterday I took a long bike ride down the Elbow river, and a funny thing happened. I'm pretty sure that, somewhere past the Stampede grounds, I slipped through a dimensional rift. Again. Again - Calgary is acting like Vancouver. Or at least, Alberta is taking some cues from its neighbour to the west.

Is this what really happened? Did I slip through space - or have I come unstuck in time and caught glimpses of what September holds for me?

I don't expect you to believe me. But please, consider the evidence:

- I biked along a cold, fast-flowing glacial river.

- my trip took me across two wooden suspension bridges across said river.

- said trip took me through a place called Stanley Park

- Emerging from the valley, I found myself on hilly winding streets of beautiful homes (none older than 75 years) on large, lushly landscaped, private, anally-security-protected properties with sweeping views of city and mountains.

- I considered having sushi for lunch.

- then I bought $75 worth of diverse local organic natural biodegradable honey-based soap products.

It's spooky. the only sound I always hear is trains - I keep looking for the harbour!

But then, there is a grid city - there are the pickup trucks - the cowboy hats. And the sun and the sun and the sun and the sun...

One show left here in Calgary! And then tomorrow, I set off toward Haida Gwaii. I'll be blogging and posting pics here, so do stick around.

Alex