"How could you tell?"
"To be honest sir, you just had that musk about you."
"We also travel in a pack."
"And a black bus."
"Agreed, but mostly the smell."
After sunny Salt Spring we began the venture home. Hours later, it was a shock to be standing on 1700 meters of a mountain seemingly trapped in eternal winter. If it were an adventure movie, the sequence would be foreshadowing certain doom on the long journey home. Phew. Good thing it isn't an adventure movie.
During our first pass through Elkford I forgot my hat. Tonight, on our way back through I retrieved it. We are playing another show here tomorrow night.
Wednesday we return to Lloydminster to retrieve Thor - our last tour bus.
We've realized everything is going in reverse. We are going to return to Kitchener and none of this will have happened. From now on the story is: We went into the future to get Atlas.
I'm on to you.
Insane ramblings after a 16 hour journey today.
Cheers to Atlas for pulling us through.
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