What would possibly make a beautiful young lady decide she needs to step out of a plane and stand on the wing while the plane dips and dives above a crowded airport?
Sitting beneath the towering cottonwood trees that flank Calgary’s original Macleod Trail, it doesn’t take long to get roped in by the spirit of western hospitality.
Once again, I’m rifling through drawers and closets in search of misplaced mittens, sweaters and toques. In the background, a weather report calls for 20 to 30 centimetres.
For many of us, Christmas comes and goes in a blur — but for skiers and winter-loving folk in Alberta, Jasper in January is a festive time that keeps on giving.