The big older Pontiac sped along eating up mile upon mile of highway. The driver slouched
indolently behind the wheel, his left elbow resting comfortably on the car window fingers
steadying the wheel but not gripping it, tapping in time to the classic rock on the radio.
His right hand gripped the wheel at almost the top, but even that grip was relaxed, almost
lazy. His rich hazel eyes were hidden behind aviator style sunglasses. He had a strong chin
with a neatly trimmed goatee which matched his equally neatly trimmed short black hair.
The highway he was on stretched the length of the country, The Trans-Canada Highway, and he
was driving west from
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towards the West Coast. The Rocky Mountains stretched before him, running north to south,
like an impenetrable barrier. But Evan Kirby knew better; the highway found its winding way
through mountain passes across the continental divide over several ranges ending in the
Pacific Coastal Range and the sea. There by the sea, on the great Fraser River Delta which
two million or more souls called Home, lay Vancouver: a port city, a crossroads of the
world. But the draw there for Evan was the rich and bountiful entertainment industry. Evan
Kirby was a guitar player. He had played with an assortment of bands in prairie towns and
cities but, drawn to classic rock and the new innovative sounds coming out of some of the
west coast studios, had decided to try his luck in Vancouver. After all, he had reasoned,
the weather's warmer there too.
The car was a cluttered mess and a Marshall amplifier took up more than half of the back
seat. Some fast food bags and beverage cups littered the floor. On the seat beside him was
a Calgary newspaper, a copy of Guitarplayer Magazine and a couple of CD's. As the car
cruised further into the mountains the Calgary radio station he had been listening to
started to crackle and break up. Evan steadied the wheel with a couple of fingers only and
loaded a CD into the player. The car was filled with the sound of Led Zepplin as he cruised
through the Banff National Park Gates.
world of warcraft power levelingJust west of the Banff townsite there were a couple of hitchhikers along the road. The
first two were a grubby looking pair of men which Evan barely looked at. But his eyes were
drawn to the slim girlish figure standing alone clutching a small pack to her side almost
as though it were a teddy bear. The wind was blowing her long straight blonde hair wildly
from beneath her hat, a crocheted close-fitting soft turquoise cap. She wore a pair of
flared, faded and somewhat tattered blue jeans and a shirt that was a tight fitting long
sleeved soft knit fabric in a darker turquoise than her hat with a dragon boldly painted
across the front. Evan whistled under his breath as he pulled over to pick her up. 'Geez,
she's just a kid.' he thought, 'They just get younger.'
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