I listened to Christopher Isherwood’s Berlin Stories. It was reminiscent of the mini drama Babylon Berlin. Nazi’s and communists fighting politically, poverty and the Weimar government. Rationing and corruption. I found myself nostalgic for a time with less pressure and demands It reads like the Moveable Feast by Hemingway. I remember writing poetry and stories in my youth and having that sense of timelessness. Now old I feel that time has caught up on me and I sense the future as limited. There’s a quality of youth in the Berlin stories with easy friendships and intrigue. I enjoyed it after We who wrestle with Gods.
I imagine God as all loving with different pats having more fortune and less pain but not necessarily ‘better’ Jordan Peterson sounds a bit like a preacher, his voice strident at times. I enjoyed Isherwoods observational quality with the major political events, deaths and Hitler happening beside and outside the personal relationships. There’s poetry there whereas Jordan Peterson is brilliant essay.
I passed on to Lincoln’s Highway by Amor Towles. I’m really enjoying it as it did his masterpiece , A Gentleman In Moscow. Listening to such incredible storytellers helps pass the miles.
The scenery is magnificent of course. I witnessed a storm coming across the prairies in the great sky.
My favourite stop was a place where I walked Madigan in the grasslands. I made a sandwich at one stop with pepperoni and fresh bread. I enjoyed A&W burgers with onion rings. He enjoyed his burger too.
I would have like to have stopped in Calgary and other towns along the way. I’m wanting to get home though and I’m hauling camper and boat and trailer so difficult maneuvering in towns and cities and difficulty finding parking.
G7 is meeting between Banff and Calgary so I really wanted to be beyond any traffic or hassle that might cause.
There’s a Watercraft inspection. I passed one at night with no one there but at Golden the young man ran out waving. They’re trying to stop invasive species but as my boat’s been out of water in storage these last 5 years there was no concern. They did direct me to the Golden Municipal RV Park.
What a find this was. The manager rode his bicycle after I passed and directed me to the office. I’ve this terrific place which only has electricity at the site but water and pump out and showers are at the office. I’m just glad to be in heaven with two days of work to complete before I do the final leg of this journey to Vancouver. It’s 12 hour drive and I’d hoped to get back on Friday but it may be Saturday.
It’s a lovely sunny day in the mountains. A river runs on the other side of the dike my truck faces. Madigan and I walked along it first thing this morning.
Now I’ve unloaded my Vespa so will be able to drive about the town at noon after seeing patients virtually with Starlink. The time here is an hour ahead of Vancouver. I’ve some catching up to do with work. I really am looking forward to getting home and back to a manageable routine. These expeditions are a challenge. I’m looking forward to the weekend with Laura. I like our walks, barbecue’s and television nights.
Even now I enjoy being stationary. I don’t know how truckers do it. So many jobs like that are under appreciated until you get an experience of it. Staying alert is certainly a challenge
Thank you God for bringing Madigan and me thus far safe. Help us today and bring us home on the weekend.
Thank you Jesus
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