After the third or fourth high-speed turn down Canyon Ski Resort’s thrilling Canyon Coaster, my bacon biscuit breakfast started doing backflips in my belly. That may sound, from a linguistic standpoint, kinda cute. But in real time, when you’re’ white-knuckling it down a hair-raising “pipe,” plunging down a steep hillside and screaming like a wild banshee, throwing a gastric uprising into the mix isn’t ideal. What was ideal? My extended stopover in Red Deer. Read More