Fly SFO - Gateway to good times!

If there is one thing in this world that can never be considered over-rated, it is a weekend in Jasper National Park.

This past Friday, Sean and I hopped in the ol' Cårefjallen and burned it down the 16 to the glorious treasure trove of alpine majesty.

We checked into our hostel and shortly thereafter found ourselves playing drinking games with a Dutchman and a German. Skiing the next day was a bit of a challenge, but Sean and I rose to it. Blasting down the powdery slopes, which were not yet skied-off even though the last big snow was almost a week before, we each ripped up new territory. Sean had never been there before, and I took him down some runs that I'd not done yet, either.

The day was capped off with a bit of a nap and then a rampage through Jasper, culminating at a nightclub where I ran into one of my cousins and her cousin. Our German friend had come along with us and went on to basically annihilate himself with birthday drinks which were purchased for him. Even though he had to be up at 7 am to catch a tour bus, he still slugged it out like a champion.

The next morning I awoke in my cousin's hotel room. Despite what you may think, Sean and I skipped out on skiing the next day not because of hangovers - as we had none - but because my knee was showing signs of weakness and wobble from dancing and skiing the day before. We decided not to risk it and so we took it easy by doing something that would have been considered quite romantic if either Sean or I were born a lady: we went skating at Jasper Park Lodge.

Then, at about 1 0'clock in the afternoon, Sean and I bid adieu to fair Jasper and made the trek back to Edmonton. It was an incredible weekend - much of which I cannot do justice on this blog for it requires animated gestures and an emotive voice.

But there you have it.

By the way, no goat licks were harmed during this weekend.



Goat Lick!