I’m sitting in the Vancouver airport killing time before a flight out to Edmonton. I spent last night at home, which was a surprising novelty.
I have been on Whidbey Island most of last week delivering another workshop on The Art of Hosting Conversations that matter – more on that soon. Yesterday I was due to fly from Seattle to Calgary and then on to Regina where I am spending three days doing work to support the Urban Aboriginal Strategy there. Two of those days (today and tomorrow) were to be a two day hosting workshop and Thursday I am opening space for a large community meeting aimed at revitalizing the process. Following that, I have to fly back to Seattle for a day of work withthe Quinault Indian Nation and then home on Saturday for a week.
Travel was complicated by a blizzard that swept across the prairies yesterday bringin temperatures in the low -40s to Regina and Calgary. When I checked in in Seattle, I discovered that my flight to Calgary had been cancelled, so they routed me through Vancouver. When I got here, the flight to Regina was cancelled in the face of a raging blizzard and windchills that dropped the temperature to -53. I can’t even conceive of air that cold. You’d think it would just drop out of the atmosphere and pool around your feet.
So, I lucked out by being stranded in Vancouver. I went home and enjoyed a nice unexpected evening with the family. When I woke up this morning, we had ten centimeters of snow on the ground and I was seriously doubting whether I would be able to leave Vancouver.
It’s now midafternoon, I’m checked in and everything seems clear on my evening flight to Edmonton and then to Regina. I get in at midnight. The weather should be warming up significanlty while I’m there. They are expecting highs of -31 tomorrow. Thursday should be a balmy -15.
If my flesh doesn’t freeze solid, I’ll be back to Seattle Friday and then home Saturday for a bit of a rest.