Correspondent "E" reporting from Big White, B.C.:
A long inconsequential day of chairbound travel, through sky and air and haze. A bento at Vancouver International Airport. Our short flight from Vancouver to Kelowna was on SkyWest, and was exceedingly more comfortable than American. Kelowna, aside from its misty Northwestern brow, looks much like Dallas, or any other highway city in the US.
It turns out that single airport meal wasn't food, it was a fight; my body thought I was a boxer and seized up my abdomen; I was pummelled from the inside. So today, no skiing, just too much TV (Amazonian cuisine and the latest celebrity deaths), soda and soup.
I was actually quite pleased upon discovering this:
Tomorrow I may even go out!