This isn't another flippant, jerky post, but I'm just glad I kept all that change from our Canadian Rockies trips back when we could afford to backpack there, back when we could come off.a long hike and still have enough money to buy an order of poutine to get my cholesterol back up to it's normal level -- which can only be done in Miami with Masas de Puerco Fritas (Cuban fried pork chunks).

I got out the jar of bills and coins my wife has saved and I think I must be a millionaire, or at the least a looneytic!

(BTW, as phat will verify, poutine is French fries smothered in gravy and fresh cheese curds.)