the trip back to where I grew up

Going back to where I grew up had some ups.

First up - I kept up my exercise regime while out there, getting at least 30 minutes a day of walking/jogging in. At first I really wanted to avoid anyone I knew, but not knowing where anyone lived, that was an impossibility. Things change so much after 20 years, though. Even when I went to church with Mom I didn't recognize 80% of the people there.

Speaking of which, I took some pictures as I made my way around:

This is the church where I received all my spiritual teaching in my formative years, including that charismatics should really be avoided.





This is the coffee shop, Sabine's, that makes trips much more bearable because they serve Kicking Horse coffee, the best coffee in the world.






Here's the old train station, now converted into a library, I think. Trains don't run through anymore, which I find very sad. I read Adrian Plass's accounts of travels on trains and I'm envious of the way of life that we let go in favour of lots and lots of cars. Bleah. There also used to be tall grain elevators that we could see from the farm.