We flew to Calgary from Vancouver, across the Rockies again. We weren't inspired by the city. Bleak. Bland.
Our motel was dingy with second rate TV and the toilet leaked on the floor (we changed rooms as fast as possible).
We woke to local police hiding in the back alley behind our room, jumping out to pull over drivers who failed to stop at an awkward intersection.
We found a mall to visit near our motel. Big, clean, bright, empty sprawling mall. I found a place that grew trays of freshly sprouted grass. The attendant clipped out a little square patch of the grass with a pair of scissors. She stuffed the grass into a big metal juicing machine, and a little dribble of green liquid trickled out. She served it in a little, tiny paper cup. And it tasted like a fresh mown lawn. Very healthy I suppose.
The highlight of the stay was driving around in a magnificent thunderstorm, finding the all-night Wendy's for chicken burgers.
