Well, Bad Bill is still hangin' in with the Tour. He's looking a little scarfy, but then perhaps we are, too. Dave and I graze up some coffee and muffins and make a relaxed exit from Banff. It's been pretty neat to visit here. Dave's got a lot of old friends as the town has long been part of his band circuit. I spent quite a bit of time in Banff in the early 1970s, and it is nostalgia for me to pass through. It's a big town now, and my old bars are gone, my old hot springs fenced away. Wild Bill's was an interesting venue for me. I was lucky enough to meet several fans who had discovered me, and followed the Tours on the web. So, new friends and old friends. An excellent combination!
But now the Road. Today is a rare drive day for us. Hard to believe that we couldn't give a Tuesday night away in Brooks, or Medicine Hat— but that's the way it is. This is Nickelback territory, I think. Did I spell that right? Probably not. Can you name three famous Canadian performers from Medicine Hat, Alberta? Umm. So, we'll just take a long day's drive, and stop where we please. We could actually use a night off, I guess, maybe...
You've got to drive right through Calgary to ride the TransCanada highway. There's no by-pass. This violin shop looks pretty cool, but we're always messed up in city traffic, and usually too hurried to stop anyway.
Black coffees. Lots of them. Muddy on the stereo. Buncha useless thrift shops... Oh, time to call it a day.
There's something about a concrete block motel with florescent lights...
Downtown Medicine Hat to look for a bite to eat. We poke around but end up going back to the Husky Truck Stop on the highway. I guess we're just not in the same dimension or something. We need a show in this town— something to connect us with it and reveal it's secret ways. But tonight we languish in our shadowless concrete rooms, ready for sleep, ready for Regina tomorrow.
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