The Early Spirit Fishing Lodge

Gday fella Spirits
After a lovely day off exploring Riding Mountain National Park, we’re back on the long and snow dusty. 
One of the true blessings of being out here is the people we encounter. 
It never ceases to amaze me how they open their doors and hearts to a couple of vagabond musos. 
I’ve been lucky enough to travel across this stupidly big , bold and beautiful country more times than I can count. I’ve encountered tornadoes, ice storms, heat waves and blue skies so open and blue it would make you weep. 
From Victoria to St. Johns, Elbow to Tuk, and as our song says “all points in between”. 
Truly the most astounding and constantly surprising part of the journey is the people. 
I know it’s all too easy to dwell on the “takers” of this world, those that have an agenda let’s say somewhat less than altruistic, those that seem to weasel their way to power, influence and infamy. 
But it’s the “givers” that are the backbone. They”re the fabric of what holds this great tapestry of a nation together. 
They’re not in your face, they’re usually in the shadows. 
They step forward when needed and are supportive happily in a united sense of anonymity the rest of the time. 
Mostly, they are friends. 
And we’re so lucky to have em. 
Reach out and hug a friend, Spirits
It’s the best part of this existential road trip. 

And a great big tip of the toque to all those that have helped us “Earlies” keep it between the lines along this straight and narrow. 
Lotsa love.

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