I'm loving Canada. Aside from the occasional dire warning ("Most people wash their hands for 5 seconds... another 15 seconds could save their lives." --poster on one of the Callaghan bathroom doors) it's a pretty friendly place. Down at the Black Jack Ski Club ski trails it was even sunny today.

I met John Jaques of the Rocky Mountain Racers on the trails this morning. John agreed to help me with waxing for the races. This is a huge help because I have no race wax and even less waxing knowledge. John started to tell us about how we needed to check out which sides of the course had the fastest snow so we knew which lines to ski during the race. "woah," I interjected, "you can't be telling us this stuff... your real athletes are going to get mad at you for giving away secrets." To which John replied, "I don't care, once we're taking care of you, we want you to win." Which is the most beautiful sentence you can hear from an adopted coach.