After wandering the desert for 40 days, relying soley on what we could scrounge to shred and waiting for Moses to return from Mt. Sinai with directions for the promised land, finally our dreams came to fruition. Tuesdays this spring have been the holy days of years past, with the heavens opening their doors and letting the manna flow freely down and blanketing the hills with their pillowy goodness. If you used to worship on Sundays, now Tuesday is the day to give thanks to the one who has blessed us with this plentiful harvest.

Not, all peoples and locals have been blessed with this fruitfull harvest, and we do have sympothy for those less fortunate, but in the promised land (Canadian
Rockies aka Sunshine Village) we have accepted and embraced the gift. The followers of the deep have gathered from far and wide to partake in this celebration of headonistic pow munching. So, if you have not expierienced the second coming of this beautiful winter, then you better have the faith to believe and journey to the promised land this spring to partake in the goodness that is life.

Take this step of faith and you just might experience all that is good and right in this world, and if your lucky the memories of which will stay with you for a lifetime...