Those are the great lyrics from the 1980 hit tune by the McKenzie brothers, a couple of Canucks. Well I took their advice and with Tim Cairns decided to see what all the fuss was about (not really, Tim was moving to Ontario, and our true goal was to see if we could eat every meal at Tim Horton's as we drove the Trans Canada). Our departure from Vancouver was early, and by Kamloops we found our first Tim's. The BC roads were the most treacherous. Snow, slush and ice along with a broken windscreen wash made for exciting moments. Golden, BC was our second Tim's. Finally, we arrived in Banff for the evening. Great little town, but strangely they do not label the main street of the town. Guests are left to figure out that they are traveling down banff ave.
Skiing and travel to Calgary was our second day's tasks. Calgary was a bustling town with Christmas parties on for the evening. Even though it was cold it has a warm place in my heart (where's the bucket?). Then we went from Calgary to Minneapolis. Oh how I wish that was true. The plains are long and flat and without distinction in the Winter. Luckily, the speed limit is 110 km/h so travel to Regina was at least quick. Regina was a small town with deserted streets. Probably the -15c temperature kept many off the street, but strangely enough, there were masses of people outside each hotel smoking cigarettes. Wanting to watch the Canuck's game, we walked in that cold for an hour looking for a place that had a TV tuned to hockey night in Canada that served decent food. After leaving Regina, we thought we would be in better luck with the larger city of Winnipeg. Oh, how wrong we were. Update later.
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