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I'm back from the woods!

I do apologize for the late blog post, but internet is a precious commodity when you are backpacking through hostels in the Rockies. But all that doesn't matter now, as I sit here in my room. No, nothing really seems to matter all too much at this moment, and a wave of relaxation washes over me.

Life is slow, and the change is much appreciated.

Kyle is off to RA training camp. Shawn, Jesse and Rob D. are in Ontario somewhere. Allie just crawled out of bed. And I have no clue where Viviane is right now.

So now, all that's left to say is: Thank you.

Thank you for coming to the shows. Thank you for reading the blogs, watching the promo videos.

Thank you for supporting us.

This summer has been an amazing, eye-opening, experience like none other. And it couldn't have been possible without all of the people who came to our shows, gave us places to stay, or just showed signs of support in your messages.

This blog is officially closed! But, before you go, drop a comment at the bottom of this message and let us know just who you all are so we can give thanks to you in person.

Much love!

Home, tired, but already itching for adventure,

Robert Tracey

"They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there--and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see." -Jack Kerouac 'On the Road'

The Last Stretch

Well my blogging buddies, it all comes down to this. The last three days of the festival. This Sunday at 1pm, 'Little Dickie' will come to an end, and Da B'ys, our ragtag group, will scatter to the wind.

What an experience it has been. In the long stretch of this adventure we seven began as friends and acquaintances, but after being crammed into a van and whisked away to all the corners of Canada, we have become so much closer. In the words of one famed wordsmith, Barney the Dinosaur,"We're a great big family" (Dysfunctional, albeit).

But to avoid gripping this blog into a conclusion just yet, we will stop short this entry and end with: the houses have been great, and we're having loads of fun still.

Check out the blog on Sunday, when we wrap it all up and have ourselves a little party.

My love, to the equivalent of fresh cupcakes,

Rob T.

STAR*STAR*STAR*STAR

Edmonton. Who would have thought that such a gem of a city could be found way up in Northern Alberta? Well, Robert Dawson did, and still does. Edmonton is a beautiful city with a fabulous fringe that seems to appreciate us as much as we appreciate them. The proof is in our biggest and best news to report: We are the proud recipients of a FOUR STAR review from the reputable newspaper, The Edmonton Journal. We’re pretty happy about that.

Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Cookware Isle at IKEA

It's been a little stretch through the Rockies sans internet. But we're back at it once again.

I bet you'll never guess where we are now...

Wedding Parties and Scaling Mountains (Not in that particular order)

It's official, we have now successfully scaled our first mountain. This particular climb was called Ha Ling Peak, one of the shorter hikes in Canmore (a.k.a. Disneyland for the outdoors enthusiast).

Other than having experienced the thrill of completing the trail, as well as taking in the breathtaking view, the most important thing that da b'ys and I have taken away from this is the assurance that, no matter how decrepit or overweight we become, we can always say "Yeah, well I climbed a mountain. So shut up."

Canmore is a jewel. Life up here, nestled in the Rockies, is so... perfect! Every time you step out the door, you get hit in the face with these towering behemoths, and you can't help but stare in awe at their raw beauty.