Dear Stampede, you suck.

Bad news: I need to reschedule my physio appointment.
Good news: Back onto the bike, baby.

The therapist called and said due to a schedule mix-up he had to move my appointment. This same conversation gave me an opportunity to ask if I can ride again. And as long as we don't "huck a jump" I'm good to go. This is very good as my new bike's been taunting me every time I open our balcony doors.

About the only good thing about this elbow was I achieved 100% completion in GTA. Had I been able bodied this would have been very sad but, really, with a busted elbow there's very little you can do.

Also, I made it through a long weekend without visiting a hospital. I may have cheated slightly by staying inside but, you take what you can get.

To make up for this, we drove to Head Smashed In Buffalo Jump last weekend. I had gone there as a kid (and I fondly remember the HSIBJ poster that graced my bedroom walls) but Daorcey, living so far north, never went. It's a small museum and it's really too bad that you can't hike above the cliff but it's still neat to see. When you see the actual cliff, the drop doesn't look that great until you read the sign that states the height has decreased because of the buffalo bone accumulation.

We also had lunch in Fort Macleod. I don't know if all small towns are this desolate but there was nobody walking the streets. It might have been the heat, it might have been Stampede, but nobody was out and about.

Ah, lunch. Daorcey has this bizarre fascination for pointing out Western/Chinese restuarants in small towns and suggesting we eat there. I, on the other hand, was strongly advised never to eat in Western/Chinese restaurants when family road trips took us through small towns. I had a BLT and Daorcey had some vaguely curry fried noodle thing. Both were decent but I felt uneasy. Like I had gone swimming after eating and not waiting an hour.

Last, about the only thing good about Stampede, beside fireworks, is that the papers get a chance to post this photo. You know what I'm talking about.