It was supposed to be a Stampede Pancake Breakfast. But something went awry.
Don't get me wrong. I love the Calgary Stampede. But it is best enjoyed in small doses. A few hours wandering through the barns and the booths before settling onto the edge a good seat for the rumbling rush of the chuckwagon races and the gaping-mouth spectacular grandstand show.
The problem is, I hate crowds (does anyone actually love them?). I was raised by parents who held the philosophy that if everybody is going one way, we should likely go the other. Even Mark Twain quipped, "
enjoying a calmer breakfast in a past year