First we'll take Montreal!
Next weekend a very important guest (Verity) 
from T'ronna or the Big Smoke or whatever it is called dropped in on Montreal for a mini-family reunion. The girls and I hit the town. Silliness again!
Then Verity and I winged (wung?) out on a westward swing. First we stopped in Calgary for the Stampede. After buying cowboy hats we dropped in on CJ's famous Stampede birthday party! No matter how hard Clint tries, he will always be two weeks younger than me. But even then, I get no respect!
Then to Canmore to see kin. Mount Yamnuska welcomed us to the Bow Corridor, the east slope of the Rockies and those beautiful springs and meadows
along the Bow. Then into Canmore where we inspect the next crop of Conrads and banter with the last. A great new crop is coming up (as Dad might say!) and a marvellous time in the dance of family life.
By next weekend I am back in Montreal plotting a trip to New York.
Some days later I face this! And its off for a week of Moma, American Museum of Natural History, the Metropolitan and another cultural overload in New York, New York. Then the cultural hangover!
So much so that I yearn to crawl back to roots and Mother Nature much as Wyeth portrays in what is perhaps the most representationally accessible painting in the Museum of Modern Art (wrong sex of course).That precipitates my end of the summer meander out west.
