Sunday, July 11:
We leave Okotoks at 7 AM. We jog west, and then take 22 south. This road is repeatedly, rapturously beautiful, the moreso with the early hour and the near absence of cars. It turns out that I keep interrupting conversations to make just this point,. “Dad, if you say that one more time…” I notice that there’s more affection than bemusement in the threat.