An overnight wet snow thwarted my cycling into my Occupational First Aid Level 3 practical exam. I had been cycling in each morning the three-ish kilometers (uphill) from home and was annoyed I wouldn't be able to do it for the final day.
Cycling clears my head, the gentle incline into town revs up my heart rate and the twelve minute ride allows me to ponder and prepare for my day ahead. I courageously cycle on the right hand shoulder of the highway for a couple hundred meters where a recent construction project by the town has destroyed a once-perfectly-usable pedestrian path (in its place is an awkward switchback with deep gravel that even those walking in get bogged down).
For the past two weeks, I have been at the (allegedly haunted) Northern Lights College completing OFA Level 3. It's a course I have been encouraging employers to put me through - when I had employers - and decided to do it myself when I had the time.
Struggling to find work in the environmental field, successfully completing this course will hopefully give me a few more options in town and outside when I move on from the Peace.
