I couldn't believe it that I got a call on Wednesday morning from a parent at school asking me "Hi Simon, would you like to meet Lance Armstrong on Friday afternoon?" Never has a response been so swift "bloody hell yes!" And lo and behold, there I was Friday afternoon sat about four feet from the man himself as he chatted around to a group of us, after which there were questions followed by the meet and greet thing. I managed to babble on about something after shaking his hand (which in hindsight probably went something like, "errr, hi, errr gargle, mmm eeek"). It was primarily a cancer do, and there were a lot of patients from the Tom Baker there (the cancer clinic in Calgary I holiday in every other month). Lance's presentation was all cancer based (rightly so) and everyone else was clearly chatting to him about that - so I couldn't resist a bit of a diversion and had to have a quick natter with him about the tour and his epic time trial up Alp d'Huez - as he was dutifully signing my cycling jersey.. another quick handshake and I hoped a photo, but as I fumbled for my camera Lance's "man" turned him to some other star struck individual, so I left feeling unsure about being cheery - as in hindsight I was thinking I'd like to have a good hour or two sit down with this guy! But as the whole awe of meeting him left off, I became giddy as a school boy and realised that was a once in a lifetime number. Also, I found out that the ticket I was given to meet him cost $5000!!!!!! now that's the kind of gift I like!I couldn't but ride today (having had to sit off the bike for a while) so was out at 6am on the quiet roads of Cochrane, still buzzing about meeting the big man - so that it was almost like I was sat on his wheel for the whole ride.
The rest of the day was spent on a jolly to Canomre for coffee, up to Johnson Canyon with mum Ken and Brina, followed by a glorious steak in Banff.
All in all not a bad 24 hours.
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Mum arrived on Thursday, and upon stepping out of the car onto our driveway was greeted by the neighbours daughter who was gabbling on about five policemen heading down the pathway across the road to find a Grizzly Bear. Thinking of this as nothing but 4 year old talk, we were a little alarmed when the neighbour actually confirmed this to be true - apparently the authorities were down on the pathway investigating a Grizzly sighting!!!! Welcome back to Canada mum! Looking a little on edge we reassured mother that it was nothing, but as we stood on the deck that evening the coyotes were howling in the field like a wolf pack setting off for a kill!!! More dangerous fauna to welcome mum to the big empty colony that is Canada. Fortunately, the following morning it was only a few deer that were grazing across from the front garden, but within 24 hours mum had encountered more critters than people over here!
We've only a week left of work - and I'm running out of games and videos (and other useless fillers) to occupy the wee little blighters. Another trip down to the movie store is in need this evening in order pick up dvds for tomorrow's lessons - I have no more scientific knowledge that I care to impart up the buggers (I didn't have a great deal to part with at the begining of the year and had to be very careful to spread my science know how out evenly over the course of the year!).
It wasn't enough however, to bring me in early from a great bike ride on Portland Ken's nice bouncy bike! Ken's heading back off stateside at the end of the month (you'll be missed mate), and one of the perks of storing some of his gear at our gaff is that some of his gear his nice shiney springy bicycle. I'd headed out in my scruffs for a quick blast to compare it to my bike (adamant that I wouldn't like it more than my trusty stead - as we've come a long way together) - but alas, the trails by our house weren't sufficient for a proper test, so heading further afield along Cochrane's evermore extensive trails I became a full suspension convert! I was having so much fun I didn't notice that the rain had been coming down in sheets for a couple of hours. It was only when the umpteenth crack of lightening zapped somewhere very close to my shock prone noggin' that I realised I'd better retreat indoors (when I returned Brina was stood worrying in the garage thinking I'd been bbqed somewhere on the hills). I couldn't feign any sympathetic "aw, sorry love for not telling you I was heading out on the bike" as my ear to ear grin was immovable for the next few hours! Now I know what I want for Christmas!
Round 3 of the Alberta mtb xc cup was a fitting way to spend the two year anniversary of "dropping a bollock" - and it seems like the event got to me, as I sailed home in first place! The course was treacherously steep (I kept up my consistent run of form for races this year by stacking it big time arse over tit into the undergrowth), and I was rather pleased to leave the shaven legged fellers on their fancy spring bikes behind me!
After a rather cheery day up in Devon (just south of Edmonton - and no industrial estates either - although there were zillions of labrador sized mosquitoes growling along the riverbank), we mosied back to Cochrane to while away the rest of the day, and with all the panache of Delia Smith (I'm not helping you with this one Yanks), Brina plucked a celebratory cake out of nowhere (carrot of course - and celebratory as in 2 years since cancer diagnosis. I didn't want to call it the cancer cake in case some of you feared the ingredients were flour, sugar and diced tumours - you may also notice the cake doesn't have 2 candles for 2 years, but just one candle - maybe this is to show last bollock count!).




It's rather amusing to note that this is the ALBERTA mountain bike cup! Quick Geography lesson: Alberta has some of the most amazing landscapes on the planet - the badlands out East where the ground falls away into chasms like mini Grand Canyons, the rolling agricultural foothills, and obviously the Rockies (a la some of the best mountain bike terrain in the world). So, being the Alberta cup and all, why would you stage a mountain bike race on the edge of an industrial estate in North West Edmonton? Admittedly the organization was great, the course was very well set up and rather tricky, and although it did run past a somewhat picturesque river at some stage - why the heck did they choose this venue for the race? This isn't a grumble, more just a confusion - although some things Albertan continue to confuse me - such as why do I need to have a new chest x-ray to be able to drive a mini bus for school? (and any of the chest x-rays that I've had every month for the past 2 years just aren't acceptable for the driving agency - they obviously have a special minibus driver chest x-raying machine that is far superior to any bog standard x-ray device found in the cancer hospital).
And for those of you living in Manchester, you'll also be spotting one of these beauties back home now (Scousers, Gooners and Chavski folk take note - it aint yours!)
nb: Canadians might not recognise the Premiership trophy above, but just think of it as being like the Stanley Cup - only better!
The cross between Ronald MacDonald and Kramer, hugging Sabrina, in the photo is Dan W from work. He'd been recuperating from a hernia operation at our house for a few days last week, and thought it'd be an idea to make pizza's on the bbq!?! Sounds rather peculiar, but they proved to be a lot better than my dodgy burgers!
As Brina hauled the goumet pizzas inside, she clearly gave away the fact that it isn't quite bbq weather yet, as she is all tucked up in her winter down! You may notice the occassional Guiness appearing on most shots here - a few pints of that and I was convinced that it was tropical outside! I was also convinced by the Guiness that streaking down the road was a damn good idea too - only I was thwarted by the sober, well wrapped wife.
With the sponsored fellers behind (team Bow cycle is just coming into the shot there - three orange clad riders), it was a good incentive to push the R&R jersey to the front - just spreading the R&R love this side of the Pacific. Having not really ridden on mtb trails for a year (or two!) it was nice to rattle along the single track of a rather technical course - although this was also my undoing, as on the very last descent, having thought I had it in the bag with no-way for anyone to pass, somebody passed, in a crazy assed thicket smashing, brambling splitting move that had me cursing as I was pushed back into 2nd place - beaten by 4 seconds!!! Hang on a minute, this is just for fun, so actually, in reflection it was great to do pretty well - and I assure myself that the next one in Edmonton is definitely just for fun - although I feel the adrenaline building up already!


So this be Ken P. You may see that it's snowing (Sunday). The white stuff began to fall as we were out there, and didn't stop until mid morning today (Tuesday). I couldn't resist having another hack at Sunshine today, knowing full well that the "Some Mother's Do 'ave 'em" ice would be well and truly burried beneath nice fresh powder - and how it was! Most North American observers may well be scratching their Mork and Mindy corrupted noggins with all of this reference to Frank Spencer and Some Mothers do ave em - Look it up you luddites, English slapstick at its finest!

Well, that's my depressing post of the year out of the way! Moving swiftly on.. things at home are all rather quiet - Brina is in the Soo for the week. I decided that being a batchelor for 7 days I had to find some "man" activities to pass the time (comments about being a wanker are not needed from any of you perverts!). All I could come up with was to get out the GodFather dvds - a set of movies I've never seen but have been told for years "you must see this".



The place had a great hot tub which was great for star gazing from. Our camera didn't make it on the weekend (another packing calamity), but here's a shot of the serenity of what it was like when we stayed up at Emerald Lake lodge - and you'll get an idea of the ambience of the place;
You can make out what was our lodge there in the foreground - with Mt Mitchell (I think) in the background, and the world famous Burgess Shales (world famous to geologists and fossil hunters that is.... yawn, stop me before I send myself to sleep).
This is the Chinook arch taken rather haphazardly on the drive to work - it may not look like much, but it moves in from the mountains and stretches from one end of the horizon to the other. With it come winds with more umph than generator 3 at Chernobyl. The house gets rattled like a tin shack and the winds, being very warm, just melt all snow in the way. Chinook is some first nations word for "Snow Eater" - you can quite literally watch the snow disappear as the Chinook moves East.
This aint too bad for a few hours over night in March. I neglected to sweep a lot of the snow off the bed of the truck (I was in a rush to get to work - late for another meeting), and hadn't considered the amount of snow that was lying on the back. It was all pretty stable until I hit about 60kmph, at which stage the massive, thick slab of snow lifted off the truck and smashed into the windscreen of the car behind me (oops!!!) I don't think the feller behind was any too pleased - and neither would I be with a mini avalanche crashing into my car at 7am. I don't think there were any serious casualties.
Hoping you are all really fit, well and happy!
Brina was out in fine fettle again, ski-ing like a crazy speed deamon, chanting the mantra "play with the mountain - don't fight it" - a term she got from an 87 year old Austrian skier who still rides the half pipe - and I thought 31 was getting on a bit! It was a big breakthrough in ski-ing tradition that Brina carried a backpack. After all this while of being chief Sherpa I finally spat my dummy out this weekend and pointed out that I no longer need to carry a bag as I can fit everything in the multi pocket jacket mentioned in previous post!

Saturday saw Brina don the skis for the first time in a good while too - after a stint of cajoling and some bullying tactics Brina hit the slopes in fine fettle of form. She's still fighting off the dratted lurgy, but had a blast on the slopes and was even coaxed down a number of the steeper runs.
They even put the flag on top for us. What made it better was views like this below from the bedroom in the morning;
Saturday night was topped off with some fine apres ski in Lake Louise - hosted by Alexender Keith's finest Indian Pale Ale (actually real beer that tastes a treat- a rarity for North America), and eager chit chat about how this weeks predicted snow fall will top things up nicely for the first weekend ski of March! There were lots big smiles;
And we reckon there'll be a bit more of this white stuff too;
Hoping you all had a super weekend, and here's to being 31 (or whatever age you are)
