Behold the house in Edmonton where I grew up.
I knocked on the door to no avail. Neighborhood scuttlebutt is that no one actually knows who lives there or what the story is. There are several unfinished improvement projects and four – count ‘em, FOUR – cars parked in the back stuffed full of, well, stuff. Empty cardboard boxes, mostly. This would not be so unusual if they just moved in but they have apparently been there for several years now. Weird.
A slideshow of travel pictures so far.
Off to Jasper today!
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