Goodbye Kodiak (Long May You Run)
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The last night with the Kodiak had come. Our buyer confirmed after I shared the results of the inspection that they would go ahead with the purchase the next day. So this was it. We found a place in Calgary along the Bow River, which we also camped aside in Lake Louise just a couple weeks prior (though it felt like months ago). It was a public parking area that people used to access the riverside for walking, cycling and to use the park across a nearby bridge. It made for a good compromise between having a semblance of nature and remaining within the city for the final handoff the next day. We arrived around 5pm and took advantage of the the remaining sunlight to go for a riverside walk. We also crossed the bridge and went down by the river so Kenting could get one last water sample. Then I went for a jog and picked up a few beers to enjoy our final night in our roamer, listening to some tunes and doing some packing. A pretty standard evening made special because it was the last. Kent