Calgary Adventure: Day 1-2

As I have mentioned before, I suffer from a mad case of the wanderlust.  It consumes me; hence the name of this blog.  And as I’ve mentioned before, the simple act of boarding a plane is usually enough to sate the voice in my head that plays the following on repeat and at varying volumes –

you need some adventure,

you need to see something new,

you need to experience everything that is out there.

And not being one to not listen to the voices in my head, I contacted my fellow adventurer Rick (who also suffers from a mad case of the wanderlust) and booked a flight to Calgary1.

What adventure were we going to find here?  Who knows?  I had several things in mind, but my last-minute-booking has naturally put them into question.  For example, Zorbing only occurs in the summer.  Bobsledding (as in, the bobsledding that one watches during the Olympics) needs to be booked way in advance, and additionally the bobsled season closed several weeks ago.  It’s far too cold for skydiving, and some of the mountain climbing is limited due to snow.  For a moment, it really seemed like everything that I wanted to do was going to be nixed.  Would this put an end to the adventure before it even started?

Of course not.  Awesome doesn’t give up.  And in some cases, Awesome just has to wait and the answer to the solution will present itself.  And that dear readers, is when serendipity struck.  Our friends Karen and Steve informed us they were heading to Revelstoke, B.C. for the Easter weekend.  And it just so happened that there was a room available for us.  So after a few phone calls, our room has been booked and we are heading there tomorrow morning.  w00t!  The extra awesome part about this, is that I will be able to cross off items #127 and #167 from my Not-So-Bucket-List list.  Of course, I was hoping that #167 would involve a tropical type of adventure, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.  And I guess that means I’ll just have to add another item on my list; specifically Travel with Rick again, again.

In the meantime, we’re spending out time catching up and eating as well as we can.  Yesterday we ventured to Catch, an oyster bar located on 8th Ave.  There we met up with Sony (who greeted me with a High Five – AWESOME), Rob, Steve and Karen.  The food was great, as was the scotch.  Given that I have some sort of weird throat/sinus thing going on, I figured that a glass of scotch was just what the doctor ordered (specifically, a glass of Lagavulin).  And since I ordered it, it was what the doctor ordered – HA.  Okay, I know I’ve used that joke before, but it makes me giggle so you’ll have to forgive me.

Oyster deliciousness.

For dinner I opted for a platter of 12 raw oysters; 9 west coast, 3 east coast.  They were all delicious, but my favourite were the Kussi oysters.  When the waitress first introduced them to me (and ultimately my stomach), I thought she said they were called coochie oysters.  And while coochie and Kussi sound similar over the din of a busy restaurant, I would say that one of those sounds far more appetizing than the other.  At least, in my humble opinion.  After verifying the name, I was able to spot them behind the bar and thus find out the appropriate spelling.

Today Rick is working, so I’m sitting at a Starbucks getting extra caffeinated. Later we are opting for a run. Tomorrow we are getting up bright and early to get a head start on our 5ish hour journey to Revelstoke. Who knows what shenanigans we might get up to there. I can’t wait. And hopefully I’ll be able to cross off a few more things on my Not-So-Bucket-List list.

1 And with that flight I was able to check off item #170 on my Not-So-Bucket-List list.


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