Thursday, April 18, 2013

L is for Lake, a dish best served Cold

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I'm back at the Tim Horton's in Cold Lake, sucking up their free Wi-Fi and handling real estate running-around while Dave is at work. It was snowing this morning. Snowing. On April 18. I'm beginning to think spring is never going to get here, although yesterday was nice and I saw a teenaged girl carrying her shoes and walking barefoot beside the highway near the high school.

I have a lot of time on my hands, waiting for Dave to get through his work day. I don't feel like hiding away in the basement room he rents – as nice as the people are who own the house (and they are super nice, the best kind of people actually), I feel I don't want to interfere with their day. So I find coffee shops with wi-fi and sunny spots to read my Kindle. The other day I fell asleep in the car at the Cold Lake Marina, the sun making me warm and drowsy, the view of a vast frozen expanse of white oddly pretty and comforting. I slept for a couple of hours, rousing every once in a while as a plane roared overhead.

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There are a few things you have to appreciate if you're going to live in Cold Lake. One of them is the planes. Cold Lake is home to Canada's largest air force base and all manner of military jets come and go at all hours. I could sit outside for hours and just watch the planes go by. You know, if it wasn't snowing... The military has a big presence in Cold Lake. There's a young woman in fatigues, waiting in line for a prescription at the drug store. She is bubbly and pretty, and she's talking to a friend on the phone about girly things while she stands tall in army boots, her blonde hair in a tight bun. There's a military policeman ordering breakfast at McDonald's. He wears a red beret and a dashing jaw and he is sharing early morning conversation with the smiling Filipino woman who fetches his coffee and Egg McMuffin. There are a lot of people here from the Philippines. Almost every restaurant, retail store and hotel has Filipino men and women on their payrolls. There are too many jobs in Cold Lake and not enough people to do them, so workers come from all over the world. For some reason the Philippines has become a primary source of workers willing to take the lower paying jobs. In Ontario those jobs are held by folks from India.

So there are military people from the base and Filipino workers behind the tills, and there are also the oil field workers. Men. Tons of men, all of them with greasy hands and muddy boots, all of them a zillion miles from home. They are the tradesmen and the labourers who have left their homes behind to make ridiculous amounts of money working for the big oil companies. Many are in the oil field camps for five weeks at a time, cut off from the rest of the world; others rent rooms in Cold Lake and are bussed out to the fields for long, cold, dirty days. Every motel, every apartment or spare room, is filled with the men of the fields. When Dave and I move here early this summer we will rent out two rooms in our house to these men. Their rent will pay our mortgage. This is how it is done in Cold Lake.  The houses are expensive but the well-moneyed men are lined up for a place to rest their heads at night.

There is money everywhere. Money, and pick-up trucks. Almost everyone drives 4X4 trucks and even though there are at least three car washes in Cold Lake, these trucks are covered in mud. Part of it is from being in the oil fields. Part of it is the crappy roads. Seriously, the roads are terrible here. Pot holes the size of ponds. Nobody complains about it, though. Nobody worries. They just ride their big expensive pick-em-ups over the bumps and mud puddles, and carry on.

People are friendly here. This is a good place, I can feel it.

And if spring never arrives in Cold Lake, so be it. I shall buy a new coat and learn to curl.

16 comments:

  1. Sounds like you are already making the place home.

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  2. Gee Cathy...it's 20 degrees here. You SURE you want to be in Cold Lake lol?

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  3. So that's why it's called Cold Lake! Sounds like the people are warm and friendly though. :-)

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  4. Takes time to get yourself settled in there.

    I'm wondering if the town has a library. I would assume so...

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  5. Maybe Russell & I should move to Cold Lake if employment opportunities are that good.

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  6. So glad you are there, and curling fascinates me!

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  7. I adore you so much. So glad to see you happy! :) I love what you wrote about the military and that girl in fatigues talking girlie talk, because one of my very best friends in the entire world has just left to go overseas as an Army medic. She will be gone for at least a year and a half. I miss her SO unbelievably much, and your kind words about the forces there made me smile. Have such an awesome weekend that you just can't stand it. LOL

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  8. Sounds wonderful. Just be careful renting out to men...

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  9. Not so different from Saskatoon, in some ways. Cold, people from all over, but a city of a quarter million.

    Hope you get accustomed to Cold Lake.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!
    Bears Noting

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  10. Such a positive post. Which makes me happy, happy, happy.

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  11. Very interesting sounded place. I think I would find it hard to live in someone else's house; but as a kid remember my grandmother having borders who just had a room. Guess you have to have all your meals out, and how does sharing the bathroom work. I've always wondered about that. She had a one bathroom house, as do we. A-Z

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  12. Learn to curl? No one could be that desperate, could they?

    But I have to say, what a wonderful place with people who work and like it.

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  13. Oh it sounds like you are going to be just fine out there. Keep warm keep safe. Ontario will miss you. Buttons

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  14. Welcome to Alberta, My old home province. I think you'll hate the cold, but you may actually like the summers. Ejoy yourself, Cathy!

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