So.

For days, I have been avoiding writing the entry that needed to be written... about the fate of the masked heeler.

But she may have had a reprieve. Either way, she will not die today, unless it is by her own doing.

But that is not what drove me to actually write an entry here...

Tomorrow, my Angel and I will be flying to...

Waaait for it...

Calgary.

Yep. If the airport's open, we'll be dropping in on that Canadian city's worst flood ever. At the peak of flows.

Oh, joy.

Since they're asking folks to stay away from the downtown, so much for our planned visit to the Unicorn Pub (think "Irish Rovers", Sis) and my quest for a Wild Rose Wraspberry ale.

The pub is below ground level... may be a long time before anyone visits the place.

Last time we tried to make this trip was over thirty years ago... a trip abandoned due to the untimely death of my father-in-law.

I guess my bride may not be meant to show me the Kootenay Rockies after all.

The good news is... I might still have my chance for another Granville Island ENGLISH BAY PALE ALE, at the source, somewhere between their Canada Day and our Independence Day.