welcome to grande prairie
We arrived safely in Grande Prairie last night to several warm welcomes: one from the city itself, one from a sign on the front door, and one from a toilet in the front yard. Along the way we made a mandatory stop at The Donut Mill, explored the town of Whitecourt, drove through “Moose Alley” without a collision, and saw a contender for the title of world’s largest sundial (I’ve visited one in Arizona, but this one is definitely even taller and pointier).
We’re far enough north that signs downtown point the way to Alaska, yet despite this, and John and Luke’s many stories of killing moose with chainsaws, and . . . well . . . John and Luke, Grande Prairie is surprisingly normal, even pleasant, at least, that is, on the surface. Is it all just a facade? We’ve plenty left to explore, and it will show up here as we discover it.
In true bsmucalgary style, more concerned with preparedness than planning, we’ve arrived ready for anything, but with a malleable agenda. We meet with Pastor Dave today to get an idea of what good we can do while we’re here. Let us hope that it’s enough to offset the damage.