If any of you have ever visited Southern Alberta, particularly Lethbridge and surrounding area you know that it tends to get a little windy down here. When I say a "little" windy, what I mean is that when faced head on the wind will begin to rip your face off layer by layer until there's naught left but your dry, hardened skull. All trees and buildings here reside at a perfect 45 degree angle pointing to the east. I always forget just how windy it is here until I venture back to the home of my youth. Unlike BC, there are no trees or mountains here to buffer the poor citizens of the prairies from the fury of the wind. The temperature here has been mild but me and the kids have hardly set foot out the door for fear that a soon as we get into an open space they will be sucked from my grip and carried into the windy abyss.
I miss Summerland.