Category Archives: Travel

Road safety

One of the little modifications to your daily routine in a northern winter is two stops at every stop sign: one before the road to check for cars, and one before the sidewalk to check for snowmobiles.

Posted in North of 58, Travel | Leave a comment

Western Canadian Bus Routes

Greydog phone tree: “Using your telephone key pad, please enter the first four letters of your destination city.” Ditch: “3678″ Greydog: “For Fort Assiniboine, press 1 … Fort Macleod, press 2 … Fort McMurray, press 3 … Fort Nelson, press 4 … Fort … Continue reading

Posted in Travel | Leave a comment

You know you’ve had a good holiday…

…when you pick up the phone to call the station for your schedule, and can’t remember the number.

Posted in Travel | Leave a comment

I know I’ve got it here somewhere…

Got this one from the notorious Russian. Let’s file it under questions you hope a cop will NOT be asking you on your way to a shift you’re about to be late for: “Afternoon. Mind if I see your pilot’s license?”

Posted in Dima the Russian, Travel | Leave a comment

Mr. Ditch goes to Washington: Chapter 4

The decidedly gray nature of my work status that summer after grad began to make me uneasy, and I wondered how to explain to Cait that I’d be missing her grad, and probably her wedding as well. I liberated all the charm at … Continue reading

Posted in Travel | Leave a comment

Mr. Ditch goes to Washington: Chapter 3

There was nothing for it: I booked myself onto the last flight of the day to leave town, at a price that, had I laid out a couple of weeks previously, would have gone a good way toward buying a … Continue reading

Posted in Travel | Leave a comment

Culture Shock

It’s generally accepted that going from a town of five thousand to a city of five million is a shock to the system. Not that I’ve noticed. On the other hand, going from having no Catholic Friends in town to … Continue reading

Posted in Theological Musings, Travel | Leave a comment

Mr. Ditch goes to Washington: Chapter 2

Having secured a ride back to town for myself and the remains of my car, I began to look for ways to get to Edmonton in 16 hours on no notice. It was looking like hitchhiking when a friend called … Continue reading

Posted in Travel | Leave a comment

Why bus travellers always look so sketchy

Given ten or twelve hours on the Greydog, godlike Achilles himself would look like a washed up halfwit skid.

Posted in Reflections, Travel | Leave a comment

Big City Traffic Reflection

I’ve always been a bit bemused by people who get slighted in traffic and then make it a priority to cut off the offending driver. I do understand the desire for revenge, I’ve just never felt like cutting the guy … Continue reading

Posted in Reflections, Travel | Leave a comment