the fog was waiting when we got there

I'm in Coquitlam, and after 5 days, the fog is finally lifting.
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Before I go any further, my apologies to anyone who has checked this weblog over the past few weeks. I've been rather occupied, but if you're anything like me, you're sick almost to death of that excuse.
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So last Thursday night I met up with dear friends Matt & Cameron at a smoky little establishment in downtown Calgary, and the adventures haven't quit pouring in yet. For one thing, their band - bella - puts on a marvelous show in so many ways. Energy, melody, beauty, exhausted attempts at humour, and rhythmn that just about had me ... dancing? So I followed them to Edmonton, and after 2 life-changing showers and a comparatively early bedtime (2AM, I think), we made a early afternoon start for Vancouver in an "extended" cab truck. It's unethical to associate that shoebox of a back seat with a spacious word like "extended," but a reliable vehicle is a reliable vehicle. The trip was long and challenging, and I really don't want to say much about it. But around 2 or 3 AM BC time the next day, we stumbled into Matt & Cameron's walk-in basement suite. It's really a great place in what I'd consider a great location.
Anyway, I have to move on or this will become lengthy beyond human reason. There has been food, music, silly movies, grocery shopping, and other unmentionable things, all wrapped in an ever present thick-wet-grey-fog. Let me attempt to illustrate. On Tuesday the three of us drove to this little nook in North Vancouver called Deep Cove to do a hike Matt's enjoyed in the past. The fog followed us all the way there, and when we got to the cove, it was so thick, we could have been looking out at a placid Pacific and not known the difference. It was absolutely breath-taking; so silent and wet. The whole world smelled like rain and green, growing things. The hike was an up-and-down stroll through rich, soaked forest; towering moss-laced trees, long broken dead fall, mushrooms, waterfalls, bright green moss and fluorescent orange something that wiggled in the cracks in the bark and felt like that nasty Gak stuff you could buy in the late 90s. Our goal was a sort of look-out point; a mammoth grey rock sloping gently, and then quickly, down to what must have been the water, but I'm only guessing. The fog was waiting when we got there. It made Matt and Cam look like subjects in a painting, sharp and complete against a blank, heavy canvas. It was heart-shaking. The fog was so clean and constant, no shifting or billowing, just a soft, solid blanket, swallowing my most piercing stare as I peered over the edge of the rock.
To make a long story short, while I was scrambling around on the steep, slippery, dangerous parts of the rock (sorry Mom), Matt & Cameron found a old lost deaf dog, so we attached him to my camera bag strap and I stumbled down the mountian after him. We had met his owners so we waited at the bottom for them. When the couple finally showed up, amid darkness and an even deeper fog, they were very happy to be reunited with Yukon. I could tell by all the crying and cursing, and the way they watched Yukon wander out into traffic. We shook hands and went home.
Also, Matt and I went to Victoria yesterday. It was very much an adventure, especially for a boy like me who still finds public transit very exciting. And what a city. It was so mild and beautiful, with the smell of the salt water and the legislature all lit up with white Christmas lights, although I suppose the government would have to call them holiday lights.
But I'm moving on tomorrow. And I believe I will have had my fill of buses after the 20-odd hour trip from Coquitlam to Pincher Creek. There will be a lot of packing, cleaning, moving, paperworking, and good-byeing in the next week. I'll be back in Dalmeny sometime on Thursday the 1st of December. I'm already worrying about work and my future as a human being - silent city bus rides are a bear for leaving a guy with his thoughts. I talked with Matt about it (my, my it's been a pleasure to talk with both of those guys individually again) and it was nice to hear a new perspective, or at least have someone new to bore with my silly concerns.
Saskabushers, I'll see you in a week or so. Also, I want to better than once every 3 weeks on this thing.
In no order, I look forward to: the Bassment, my family, my house at Christmas, friends, working with my hands, having a library in Dalmeny, Saskatoon, prairie, and hopefully taking some moments to sit with God and let Him tell me some hints about the past 21 months of my life, and water some of the seed dreams I hope He's been planting. Joy to you.