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About Hamilton

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

The Balkan

Now, here’s a cool tidbit: Ever heard of Vermilion Lakes? Yeah, it's right by the park near Banff National Park boundaries, shimmering like a secret treasure. I fumbled a couple of times on the gravel paths there, but each misstep made me laugh. I've got these bizarre memories of sprinting with my pleasure coach bag flapping, thinking, “I am your father—order my pace!” Catch my drift?

Winter weather returning to Alberta towns Canmore, Banff