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Originally Posted by troutman
I sip microbrews in swank and funky bars, prowl museums, and bike amid fit cyclists and joggers on riverside paths as rafters float by and surfers — yes, surfers — ride a cluster of waves against a backdrop of skyscrapers. “Yup,” says my waitress plunking down a cocktail made with local Eau Claire’s Prickly Pear liquor that contains a cactus essence, “this is Calgary 355 days of the year.
“When the Stampede is not happening.”
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More like 55 days of the year. We have this dreaded season Californians have not heard of called "winter".