Okay, I Give Up!

This “summer” was so crappy that I’ve really been trying to hang onto the concept in case we got a warm spell. This morning it became obvious that I need to accept the fact that Father Winter is knockin’ on the door. Looking down the hill from Granger this morning, I could see a thick bank of fog filling the valley. I was in the Canada Games Centre for the first time a few weeks ago to show it to Cathy’s parents, and figured that would be a good place to get a picture from. It was (see below) – but to leave the driveway I had to scrape the ice off the windshield. When the ice scraper comes out, you know it’ll be time to put the shorts in storage pretty soon now. Well, unless I/we head south for a bit…

Speaking of the Canada Games Centre, there is a monument to stupidity. The taxpayers of Whitehorse deserve what they get for not tossing Ernie and compadres out on their collective asses for building it. At 7:45 there was 1 (one) person in the building other than lots of staff. I see that Peak Fitness has already discovered their error in judgment in getting involved and has bailed – the taxpayers have no such easy out. I thought I might get a latte to take back to Cathy when I was finished shooting, but at what you would think would be prime time for such things, the coffee bar was locked up tight. Oh well, at least the smart Whitehorsers can get huge money for renting out their homes during the Games while they bask on a warm beach somewhere – that’ll take away a bit of the sting of the future tax increases that’ll be necessary to feed this white elephant. My first and second visits both prompted the feeling that the day I have to get my exercise in a warehouse like that instead of in the open air is the day I want someone to shoot me.