Spirit Log 6

Gday Fella Spirits ,the Peg,
St. Vitel, just south of St. Boniface home of the Church of The Inverted Tornado. I can’t remember remember the true name of that church except it included “precious” and “blood”, two things close to my heart. (pun fully intended) and the fact that Pierre Elliot Trudeau would stop by time to time on his paddle trips up the river. 
The church’s roof, looking like a giant conch shell, would unravel in time and the shakes would be strewn about like rice thrown after a wedding. It was an architectural flaw. But like all good flaws it made for drama and dialogue, essential in maintaining growth of a congregation. 
In other words any press is good press. The church knew this formula a long time ago. They always hired the best “influencers”
I digress of course, that’ll happen after a week on the road, but my point being when controversy, be it in structure, religion, art or politics or even cardiovascular in nature, becomes the focal point of a venture, then expect adventure to follow. Hence, a trip south to Altona. 
The Dawg Sled is plugged in and warming its jets and onward is the journey to just north of the North Dakota line. -32 be damned. 
We gotta deliver the goods! 

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