Cool Winnipeg had not prepared us for damn cold Edmonton. OMG minus 16, wind and heavy snow was a rude awakening for soft Aussies. A couple of hour flight jettisoned us in to Arctic weather. The snow was deep, but it was the ice and snow on the roads that made us hone our penguin walking skills. We quickly learnt that walking forward was a must, our sensible Australian winter boots are useless in Canadian Fall, and we needed to wear so many clothes that we resembled Michelin men. Peter, our great host for work marched confidently through the snow and ice and we waddled, moving past blue, to white, in the freezing cold. The Westin has great beds that they describe as heavenly, and it was heaven to pull the thick duvet up over my nose. Carol and I had a big walk across the bridge and through the snow and instead of restorative tea, it was reviving Moscow mules at the very sedate, English library style Fairmont. A gorgeous place.
Sleeping under the stars 