a small scene

I was biking into work this morning, enjoying the combination of bikelane and downhill slope on 8th. Really getting into the 'alien fighter jet' feeling of a recumbent at high speeds. "Look out for that car... bit of a pothole there... dodge around that sandwich... drat, I was bigger than that, I could have rolled it up... wait, what?" There was a perfect sandwich just sitting in the road, and for about 30 milliseconds I was living in the Katamari universe. That left me giggling so hard for the next few blocks that I almost fell off.

Maps!

I now have $230 worth of maps courtesy of Energy, Mines and Resources Canada (Énergie, Mines et Ressources Canada), spanning 10 degrees of latitude and 15 degrees of longitude. They show rapids, pingos, airports labeled only 'condition unknown', abandoned villages, a delta the size of North Ireland, and 1700 kilometers of soon-to-be-paddled river. It is an embarrassment of cartographic riches.

(I also have a 12v charger for my digital camera battery and freshly resoled boots. Today has been filled with materialistic pleasures.)