No other season is more synonymous with type than fall. Left on #three I used to be formally on the Crowsnest Highway which had its personal lovely crow-themed signs for the whole time I was on it. I needed to like Alberta by way of that space, however the little slice of that province by which I traveled appeared mostly targeted on its proximity to mountains in British Columbia. So I continued on straight boring roads, feeling more like an Alberta commuter than a tourist which was enjoyable and interesting for about quarter-hour (what sort of commuter was I? Insurance coverage salesman? Auto elements rep? Organ transporter?). What’s important is…