I’m from a small town in Canada’s Rocky Mountains called Cranbrook. Cranbrook has a population of about 20,000 people. The main industries are mining, logging, and tourism. There are numerous trailer parks and it’s likely there are more people living in trailers than houses. The surrounding area is checkered with farms. Wide brimmed cowboy hats, belt buckles that could double as coffee tables, and blue jeans so dark they look wet worn tight enough to induce infertility are always in style. The vehicle of choice is the pickup truck. Trucks suspended less than three feet off the ground with tires smaller in circumference than hula hoops are considered to be “for pussys”. Bingo night is big news. Hockey is religion.
This July I went home to visit for two weeks. I didn’t take out my camera much (just a few times to take some pictures of my family and a trip to the lake with friends), but I got a some good shots. Here they are.
A Trip to the Lake
One afternoon my friend Theresa, her daughter Jaidyn, and her friend took me to nearby Jim Smith Lake. It was entertaining.