
Today I drove out to Dawson Creek, which is in British Columbia. (Actually, I had to go visit a farmer who lives in Rolla who owns a weather station and tracks weather data). It was nice to be in BC, even if I was just crossing the border for a bit. I had a job interview for the Dawson Creek paper, but I'd already accepted the GP job.
I definitely made the right choice. Dawson Creek is cute, but there's really not much there. IT's big claim to fame is that it's the starting point of the Mile Zero at the Alaska Highway.
I ate lunch in DC at a little diner. They had a salmon burger on the menu and I thought, "Yeah, baby, I'm back in BC." It turned out to be a lame ass breaded salmon burger. Boo.
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When I got back to GP, I learned that a moose had been on the loose downtown. There are TONS of moose here and they wonder into town quite frequently. Generally, they tranquilize them but if they don't fall, the wildlife officers shoot them. Moose and deer are quite common in the city and sometimes they even hang out on the downtown streets. Our photographer was trailing behind and following the story. THe moose ended up getting shot.
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Man, it's like I'm living in Northern Exposure. So where's Chris in the morning?