Wednesday, February 11, 2009
So this morning I was assigned to cover a- drumroll please- curling championship (ta-daa!) in a nearby town that makes where I live now look like a bustling metropoilis. After getting directions to the curling club from some woman who happened to be standing at the counter in the office, I set out to get it over with... I mean...be the best curling reporter I can be?
Now, you'd think, in a former air base with a population of approximately 100 people, I'd be able to find the lone curling club in the area without too much trouble. And that might have been the case if not for the ridiculous amount of fog bear-hugging the entire area or the fact that the streets seem to have been designed by Dr. Seuss.
Anyway, when I finally found the actual building, after mistaking a large row of trees in the fog for it, the championship was cancelled. Presumeably due to fog, but I'd kind of like to think it was cancelled due to no one being able to find the place.
On my way out of that one-ghost town, I couldn't resist snapping a couple of photos. You know, in case I need to think of a location for my next horror movie. Perfect, yes?
Posted by Sarah at 10:50 AM