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The first leg of the trip, sorry to say, was uneventful; after four hours we arrived at Robert Fuggers' parents home.  Most filmmakers already have a story in their head of what they would shoot, given the chance, in a place they visit a lot,  Robert is no exception. 

Unfortunately, in a car of filmmakers the idea tends to morph as every one throws in their two cents.   Robert's simple tale of a women finding a body in a lake, has turned into an epic mythological expierence as an octopus eats unsuspecting, sometimes bikini wearing, young adults.

The second leg of the trip, Kamloops to Banff was more eventful; as after a filling lunch we encountered a tipped over semi-truck up in the mountains.  Not us really,  it was two hundred cars ahead off us around some turning roads and across a bridge.   Back where we were,  were very warm, and one hot, drivers waiting paitently.   Robert was not one of them.   He decided that he was going to have a closer look at the river,  taking along Keith and Fareed for comfort.  I'm happy to report that I now have some exclusive photos, meant for the highest bidder,  of them quickly leaving the high grass and frantically trying to remove the red (and crunchy according to Keith) ants from their clothes.  And people wonder where I get my ideas,  ladies and
gentlemen,  I give you my friends on their own reconnaissance?

The semi- is pushed off the road, and on the road we are again.

The rest of the trip is spent discussing the pitching that's going to take place over the next week.  As I've mentioned before, it's beyond high hopes that we'll walk away with something in cement,  we're going to approach each meeting say,  "This is where we're at," and "what do you need from us to move forward."  It's  a plan designed to keep our expectations to a minimum and avoid heart break.  Kind of like asking a girl out on a date by asking her if you can borrow a napkin;  don't knock it, it works;  I have many friends that tell me they've talked to girls.

Arriving in Banff, based on last year's experience I was expecting a run down motel with squeaky floors;  but that was a lady in the Wardrobe department that made our travel plans.  This year we used Keith, a vetran of the locations department; who brought us a two bedrooom, one office, seperate washroom and showe...an effen suite.  Thus becomes our base of operations.  Fareed's already unpacked his laptop, and two printers.

Now we wait, some bar hopping is called for,  maybe a movie, scout the compitition...wait out the night.

Tomorrow,  Kim Catrell.

Andrew.