We have reached Calgary, and are just about to go off to Fort Calgary to scope the place out (it's tonight's venue). Meanwhile, Dave, never much of a betting man, and not a Catholic, but a great patriot, and caught like millions worldwide in a fervour of speculation about papabilitas, has placed a small wager on Cardinal Jean-Claude Turcotte of Montreal. The Holy Spirit, he reasoned, has always been very pro-Canadian, and certainly has never been daunted by odds of 100-1.
[Cardinal Jean-Claude Turcotte]
Update as of Monday: Here are some shots of us going through Roger's Pass and the Rockies on the weekend:
[The mountains seen from the Trans-Canada; it was a view like this every five minutes]
[Dave in Roger's Pass; the Illecilewaet glacier is just over his left shoulder]
[Me (with rhabdos) in front of accumulated snow in Roger's Pass; mountains in BG]
And, for good measure, here's a pic we took in our Calgary hotel room of the Scottish broadsword which Jim Mair lent us in Vancouver; given that the rhabdos comes up to my elbows (and I'm 6'2"), you can see how big this sucker is: