I walked over 15 K this morning from my temporary lodgings in Dalhousie along John Laurie, up into the mist that cloaked Nose Hill and back again.

Sharp hooved white tail deer glared back but I glared back in a threatening way and they retreated to an aspen grove.

The fog was completely encompassing, yet I carried on. I'm pretty sure I am the first human to the top of Nose Hill, at least without oxygen, so I claimed it for Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, for the Spirit of Alberta and for conservatives who settled a hard land and prospered.

The Superbowl is on. I sign off in deference.