All the way to Ontario. And back. In air-conditioned luxury

August 1:  Castlegar

Left the motel in Sidney before 5:30, and off to the ferry. Not, as it happened, very full (and only $32!) Breakfast of coffee and salads on the ferry.

Arrived Tsawassen before 8, slow to freeway, then top speed. To Princeton, fuelled ($1.44 for diesel, the most we’ve ever paid, I think). Lunch at Bromley Rock Day Use site. Straight on to Castlegar, where I decided I’d had enough, even though it was only just after 4PM. To the Home Hardware to purchase 2 fake ice (the ones brought from home proved inadequate in the heat) and a container for water. Tried the Flamingo Motel, recommended on some internet site, but it was booked solid. Very small. 

So we went up the road to a variant on the Best Western theme called the “Sure Stay” and were successful in booking a room.

Cartwright's Pub

Walked a couple of blocks down Columbia Street to Cartwright’s Pub. The theme here is pretty obviously stained glass windows. Terrible beer selection, but they did have OK Springs Pale Ale on tap. And San’s fish&chips and my Greek Pizza were more than acceptable. And the pub was mostly deserted, which suited us, though not so much the very pleasant server.

August 2:  Another day, another pub. 

This one in Medicine Hat, Alberta. We’re at the Baymont Inn, (right behind the Imperial Motor Inn, which we rejected because it has a pool and is close to the highway) having visited the local Superstore to purchase a pillow for San (she left hers at the Motel 6 in Victoria), plus spreadable butter and fake ice, (which we carefully left in the fridge in Castlegar). The motel is fine (another variant on the Best Western theme).

We got up this morning around 6, were on our way before 7. Through Salmo, and to the lake on the top of the Salmo-Creston for breakfast, where it as 17 and windy. Then on to Creston and beyond. Fuel in Fernie. 

the lake at the top of the Salmo-Creston

By the time we were in Alberta it had reached the high 20’s, and when we stopped (5:30 PM Alberta time) it had peaked at 36. Love that air-conditioning!

Coffee at a Starbucks in Lethbridge.

After some futsing around the Medicine Hat downtown, we found a motel off Highway 1 and checked in. They not only had room, but it was very reasonable. We didn’t care to do much exterior exploring, so opted for the VLT Lounge and Bar, which occupies the same building as the hotel and an Indian restaurant. Did I complain about the selection in Castlegar? This was much worse, and the wine we asked for with dinner turned out to be unavailable...what was available is pretty much undrinkable, so we settled for an unimpressive lager brewed in Airdrie. But the food was good: impressive hamburgers and fries. They obviously make their money on the 28 VLTs, which were packed the entire time we were there. The bar? Not so much. Country music played at some volume, but we found a seat where the impact was limited.

August 3: Why one might not be keen to live in Brandon

Up around 6, out before 7. Breakfast at the (closed due to the time of day) tourist information site entering Saskatchewan. Windy!

Flat day today, featuring nothing over 32 degrees, and a serious thunderstorm. (Serious mileage too!)

Coffee at a Starbuck’s in Swift Current around noon.

Time change, so we ended up in the Travelodge in Brandon just after 5. It's fine; our room overlooks the Andrew's Field baseball diamond. There are presently two teams playing, but it's hard to make out much, looking into the setting sun.

Andrew's Field

Did some research on places to eat in Brandon that aren't fast food, but most of the interesting ones appeared to have closed. Finally found a decent pub in "downtown" Brandon. They had beer from BC, Winnipeg, and Ontario on tap, plus, of course, the standard Pabst, Coors, and Millers. 

Where "The Dock" is, in the heart of the old downtown, appears pretty desperate. The only people we saw outside of the white people in the pub were guys smoking in groups and women of colour mostly decked out in hijabs. Most of the houses, Prairie architecture from the 1930s or '40s, look rundown. Once you get out of downtown, into the newer business section where the hotels are, walking isn't an option. There appear to be some nice walks in parks along the watercourses, but we didn’t explore them.

August 4: Into the USA

At the Super 8 in Eveleth, Minnesota. Finally.

We had planned to find a hotel in Virginia, Minnesota, but the one we found had about 20 middle-aged frat boys checking in, and all the others appeared to have disappeared. At least, they eluded us, even after two tours of the place. So eventually we carried on down the highway, finding this place. The lady at the desk suggested the Boomtown Brewery across the road. Bingo! Excellent beer and food, good pub ambiance. And full, suggesting a clientelle from further afield than Eveleth, which at least appears to be quite limited.

Boomtown Brewery

We had started the morning after 6, left around 7. Breakfast near Portage La Prairie, in a park supporting the water treatment plant. Complete with pelicans.

near Portage

On to Winnipeg, then fuel in Richer, Manitoba, and finally Kenora. Thought we’d catch a coffee there, so drove off the highway in. Mistake: the city was mobbed with people celebrating “Harbour Days”. Nowhere for them to park plus roads covered in ambulatory and celebratory tourists, so traffic just crawled. We eventually managed an escape, and found our way back to the bypass highway.

Onward to the highway to Fort Frances where we arrived without incident. 

Fort Frances features a smelly pulpmill. International Falls doesn’t, but gets to share the smell and smog. We weren’t impressed positively with either.

(Correction: Irv Arnquist, who has lived there, tells us the Fort Frances pulp mill is dormant, and that International Falls does have a mill, and it’s responsible for any smell. I extend apologies to Ft Frances for implicating it.)

Crossed the border and motored down the straight but rather dreary highway to Virginia. 

Super 8 in Eveleth

August 5: Mackinaw City is a tourist Mecca...with all thereby entailed

We had breakfast (?) in the hotel, and were out shortly after 7. After that it’s a lot of the same until one gets to Duluth: endless trees, more trees, small hills, more trees, no towns, no rock. Turns out, rather to our surprise, that Duluth is very presentable if approached from this side. But the part one drives through after the bridge looks really sidelined and old.

the bridge into Duluth

On the outskirts before Duluth we missed a turn of the highway. Happily, in correcting this mistake we saw a “Cariboo Coffee” place, so were able to deal with the lack up till then.

Ashland is very pretty,  though: a real tourist town on the lake (Superior). Then it’s a lot more of the same, with added muskeg, until one gets to Escanaba on Lake Michigan, another tourist town. Occasional views of the lake, and very picturesque sand dunes in the stretch before the bridge. 

Across the bridge to Mackinaw City, through a packed downtown, to the Super 8, which had room. Expensive @$165 US before tax, etc, but we no longer cared after nearly 11 hours of car travel.

We think they were trying to emulate Fort Mackinac

We attempted a recommended restaurant, but it was packed with a serious lineup, so we passed, and went on to the “family restaurant” around the corner. Their IPA came in cans, but it was a fine version of the “American IPA” from Bell Breweries in Comstock, Michigan. San and I both had the blackened whitefish sandwich, which was fine, and turned out to be a fish burger.

view of the Mackinaw Bridge

August 6: London: Back to where the natives aren't armed

part of the back garden chez  Dawes

This morning we drove the freeways from Mackinaw City to the bridge to Sarnia. Uneventful, fast, and beautiful if one likes the trees of this part of the world. Which we do.

One discovery en route: because we knew that one could buy wine in grocery stores, and because the best selection is in large ones, we left the freeway in search of one. We passed miles of big box stores, and were starting to despair of finding any place that sold groceries when I spotted a huge store that said, "fresh" and "Maijer". Turned out to be large by even Superstore standards, and did indeed sell an amazing selection of wines. So now we know, should we ever be driving in Michigan in the future.

We arrived at the border just as the car ahead of us was leaving, so were through in less than a minute. But people traveling in the other direction, mostly semi-trailer rigs, were lined up for at least a couple of kilometres. 

Less than two hours later we were in London, following Garmin's strident directions, and relaxing chez Dawes. 

To be continued...

Scatological post

    Did you know that something out there finds dog poo so irresistible that it has created an entire economy based on this fact?

    I didn’t either; in fact, I never gave the whole dog poo issue much thought until I started noticing the unassailable evidence that there were forces at work in the woods collecting the stuff. For simplicity,  I call this entity or force the “poo fairy”.

    What finally made the penny drop? Well, for years I’ve been walking various of my dog companions. You cannot make a dog go to the toilet before they walk, so invariably they would save their poo until we were safely on some forest byway. Most of the time they would discreetly mosey into the underbrush beside the trail to accomplish this, but sometimes the poo ended up on the trail or within sight of it. My response has invariably been to find a stick and sweep the poo into the bush. Out of sight, out of mind; no fuss, no bother.

    I figure this is analogous to putting horse shit on my vegetable garden, as I did this spring: a good thing that plants enjoy.

    Anyway. Over the past few years I’ve started to notice that some people – the ones that don’t just ignore the issue and don’t mind if they annoy the other walkers -- don’t sweep up after their dogs. Instead, they activate their little poo bag and collect it, just like they would on any city sidewalk or in the park across the road. This makes a certain amount of sense in a locale like the Beaver Lodge Forest Lands, in that there are garbage cans prominent at the road access to every trail.

    Although why it’s better to bag and consign to the dump, where the nice biodegradable bag cannot degrade is not really clear to me. (And, just in case you were wondering, we know the bags in the garbage containers do go to the dump and are not merely a central depot for the poo fairy to pick up, because we’ve seen the City crews emptying the bags. Although of course I suppose it’s remotely conceivable, if we consider all possibilities, that the City crews and the poo fairy have a relationship. Based on what I’ve observed of City crews, however, I don’t think this likely.)

    But then it slowly intruded on my consciousness that poo bags were starting to appear beside the trail, or in the bush. This makes no sense, I reasoned, unless something or someone wants the poo preserved: why else would you wrap it in plastic?

    Well, I’m no archeologist or theologian, able to reconstruct entire civilizations and belief systems from the most basic of artefacts, but I can construct a theory if given sufficient evidence. And yesterday I made the discovery that makes the theory I’ve outlined possible:

    You will notice that the bag is blue, so highly visible. It was also right beside the trail, so no trouble to find. I figure that, when the poo fairy family undertakes the poo collection, it’s a bit like hunting Easter eggs: you always have to put some in places where the little ones can find them. The rest are more difficult, tossed well back from the trail and black, or brown, or green, to make them more difficult to find.

    But of course we do find them, untouched by the autumn rains, just as soon as the leaves depart in the Fall.

    By then they’ve become highly visible. I guess that’s just in case the poo fairy family missed them on previous rounds.

    Speaking of poo, you know that question you ask when someone asks a question so obvious it need not be asked?

    Specifically: Do bears shit in the woods?

    Well, ironically the question isn’t as obvious as all that, because it depends. My observation is that bears aren’t that fussy about where they shit, so the accurate answer is: Bears shit where it’s convenient for them.

    There are several resident bears behind the airport, where a 15-year old Eli and I now walk most days. He’s no longer interested in them, being too old, but I am, and I’ve noticed that, at this time of the year you can frequently see bear tracks, and occasionally get a glimpse of bear, but never see bear poop. I assume that’s because they’re eating vegetable matter and dead things, and those are accessed in remote areas, far from where we’re walking.

    However, come blackberry season, the evidence of bear will be right in the middle of every path and road we walk, because the blackberries grow right next to the old logging road. We’ll also encounter bears regularly, because they’ll be unlikely to abandon their position in the berry patch just because there are occasional people and dogs around.

    When Eli was a younger dog he and I often went on long rambles, one of which took us by logging road to near the top of Menzies Mountain, just north of Campbell River. It was blueberry season. You couldn’t miss the fact that there were bears about because, although we didn’t see any, there were literally hundreds of bear dumps in the few kilometres we traveled. I’ve never seen such a collection in so relatively short a space before or since.

    Clearly the bears of Menzies Mountain had figured out that it’s a lot easier to go from one berry patch to the next by road than it is to fight the underbrush cross-country.

    And clearly those bears, at least, shat on the road, rather than in the woods.

About Nanaimo

   Nanaimo, an unassuming city on Vancouver Island mostly known to those of us who do not live there for being a ferry terminal connecting us to the delights and horrors of Vancouver, has been in the international news recently. 

   Naturally, they like the attention, particularly the new Mayor, Leonard Krog, who hasn’t had this much attention since he was a government cabinet minister some 20 years ago.

   The first splash of notoriety, a story covered by all the major news sources, emerged this spring, when Canada Post issued a series of postage stamps celebrating famous Canadian desserts: butter tart, tart au sucre,  blueberry grunt, saskatoon berry pie, and, of course, our favourite, the Nanaimo bar. 

   This turned into a kerfuffle, and hence became newsworthy, when people actually familiar with Nanaimo bars noticed that the proportions were all wrong. 

   So what does the image on the stamp look like? It looks like a slice of cheesecake, that’s what, and that’s not the Nanaimo bar we on this coast know.

   Naturally I assumed some graphic designer back East was responsible for this travesty, so was not impressed to discover that the contracted studio is actually in Vancouver. However, further research led to the actual artist, who is the noted food painter, Mary Ellen Johnston from South Carolina, so my suspicions turned out to be justified after all.

  Then came May 5, when “Nanaimo” went to the polls for a federal by-election, and the Green candidate won for only the second time ever in a Canadian federal election, thus doubling Green representation in the House.

   Naturally Green promoters are ecstatic over this result, crowing all manner of future election success. 

   But I wouldn’t put a penny on either Paul Manley retaining the seat in October (although he could) or the Greens expanding their representation in BC (although that could also happen). 

   Here’s why:

1.  Nanaimo-Ladysmith is a new riding, created from 2 older ones, Nanaimo-Cowichan, handily won by Jean Crowder of the NDP in 2011, and Nanaimo-Alberni, won equally handily by James Lunney of the Conservatives. 

   In 2015 Sheila Malcolmson of the NDP won Nanaimo-Ladysmith with only 33.2%, the lowest percentage win of any riding in BC in that election. 

   In other words, the common knowledge that “Nanaimo is an NDP stronghold” is just wrong in the case of this riding, even though it has “Nanaimo” in its name.

2.  Paul Manley, who won this time (37.3%) came fourth with 20% in 2015. In that election he had wanted to follow his father, James Manley, who represented Nanaimo-Cowichan for the NDP in the 80’s. However, his outspoken views on Palestine scuppered that hope, so he became a Green.

   In other words, what happened this time was that the NDP vote (23.1%), and the Liberal vote (11%) collapsed from 2015, and many of those voters went to Manley and the Greens instead. 

3.  The Conservative vote went from 23.4% to 24.8%, hardly a factor. The party was, however, very happy with John Hirst, an “associate manager” at Sun Life Financial in Nanaimo, and he claims he’ll win next time. Expect him to try again in October.

4.  By all accounts the NDP candidate, Bob Chamberlin, was a splendid candidate, a vice-president of the Union of BC Indian Chiefs, experienced politically, and well-spoken. However, he is from northern Vancouver Island, a first-nations person but not Salish, as are the aboriginal voters of the riding. He had no obvious connection to the area.

   I don’t think being aboriginal prevents candidates from being elected for the NDP or the Liberals, but I don’t think it helps either, particularly after the hash Jody Wilson-Raybould made of being the Liberal Attorney-General/Justice Minister. (By way of consequence, I don’t anticipate another aboriginal cabinet minister in the federal government for a long time. And I think the electorate, some of which is never very far from overtly-racist where aboriginals are concerned, has become or continues to be chary of aboriginal politicians, particularly those like Bob and Jody who take leadership roles in aboriginal politics.)

5.  Michelle Corfield the Liberal candidate who got 11% at least lives and has a career in Nanaimo, although her band is in the Ucluelet area. She is also active in her band’s politics, which will not have helped.

   Did the Liberals imagine they had a shot at taking this riding? The Prime Minister never got closer than Tofino.

6.  It may be coincidence, but by now it will be obvious that two white guys came first and second, followed by an aboriginal guy and, far behind, an aboriginal female. Draw whatever conclusions appear appropriate, as I obviously have.

7.  By-elections are almost never much of a barometer of voter intentions during a federal election. For one thing, that campaign is still (in spite of the poisonous anti-Trudeau ad campaign presently underway) on the margins of most voters’ consciousness. By September things could be vastly different; by then we could be deciding whether we want a repeat of the Conservative politics and policies, the widespread rejection of which the Liberal campaign of 2015 exploited so effectively, or another term of the present Liberal government. Or a minority government of either stripe.

   In any case, many of us will be voting not for what we want, necessarily, but reacting to what we definitely don’t want.

   And even more of us will in effect be voting for the Prime Minister we want, because that’s how the world sees us.

8.  Unless something miraculous happens, I think the NDP is in deep trouble federally. Electing Jagmeet Singh as leader has not helped, not even in BC. Not even after he won his Burnaby seat, which, because he won it in a by-election, he could well have trouble holding. He’s obviously a competent politician, but he doesn’t, as far as I can tell, inspire, and NDP leaders need to inspire to be effective. The turban doesn’t help, probably not even in Sikh-dominated ridings. So I think every sitting NDP MP and every 2019 NDP candidate will have his or her work cut out for her or him, and most will lose.

   The number of sitting NDP MPs who have decided to retire tells the story.

9.  The story of the 2019 federal election in Nanaimo-Ladysmith and many other ridings is likely to be decided by where the NDP vote goes, and I’m still betting that when the crunch comes and it becomes clear that the Conservatives and Andrew Scheer are the likely alternative, and not the Greens, most of it will go Liberal, just like it did in 2015.

Hopefully the last on this theme

Before we confer political sainthood on Ms Wilson-Raybouldt for “speaking truth to power” and “telling her truth”, perhaps we could consider the hypocrisy of a Justice Minister who objects to the Prime Minister and his staff talking about the politics arising from her decisions but apparently feels comfortable questioning the judgment and policies of the Crown-Indigenous Relations Minister in public. (https://www.cbc.ca/news/indigenous/raybould-wernick-framework-1.5029144)

Another try

Let us do a little thought experiment: Suppose that Prime Minister Trudeau had, instead of Ms Wilson-Raybould, appointed Randeep Sarai (also a lawyer, also from BC's lower mainland, but obviously neither aboriginal nor female) as Justice Minister. Suppose further that he had been shuffled, for whatever reason, from his portfolio into Veterans Affairs just after the Globe broke the SNC-Lavalin story.
Would anyone be crying "scandal"?

Letter to the Globe

The editor:
Now that so many commentators have decided the shuffle of Jody Wilson-Raybould is both a feminist and an aboriginal issue, with the clear implication that she was consequently politically untouchable, one wonders whether we will ever see such an appointment again.

Another (very mi9nor) diesel adventure

On Sunday, as I was pulling up the hill just outside our house, the car burped. Then immediately resumed normal operation. But the yellow engine icon came on, and that means "take it to the dealer".
Except it was not there on Monday, so I assumed a temporary aberration.
However, it came back yesterday so I phoned for an appointment. In any case it was also due for routine maintenance.
The car and I were at the garage in Courtenay by 10 this morning; I was told it would be about two hours.
As usual.
Got out my laptop and read all about the Jody scandal, from numerous points of view. None changed my own.
Just before noon Michael, the service manager, came to tell me that they'd found the problem, and the resolution would be replacing the intake manifold, which would take not less than 3 hours and they had one in stock. The good news: the fix was a belated part of the emissions fix, so it wouldn't cost anything.
I decided my day was hooped anyway, so rather than reschedule, told him to have his technician go ahead.
Took myself to lunch at the pub, came back, finished the paper, and was done by 2:30, home by 3:30.
The car runs like a top, just as it did before I took it in.
But there's no engine icon.

The boy in the hat

The picture in question — the video, actually — electrified social media over the weekend. In it, a white high school boy wearing a “Make America Great Again” cap, confronts an older Native American man who is beating a ceremonial drum and singing a Native song. The encounter took place Friday on the National Mall. The man was there as part of the Indigenous Peoples March. The boy was with a group from Covington Catholic High School in Kentucky that was participating in the “March For Life” anti-abortion rally.
The man sings. The boy smirks. Some of his classmates mock the Native man. Someone yells, “Build the wall!” And there was, for many of us, something starkly symbolic in all of it, something that spoke of American fracture.

And there still is, because even in the story that the boy has been telling — the story that’s supposed to exonerate him and leave him with “nothing to apologize for” he is still the one who escalates this into a confrontation.

The students began what they described as a school spirit chant to drown out the black men. Tensions were high. And into this cauldron of ideology and identity stepped Nathan Phillips, a 64-year-old elder of the Omaha people and a Vietnam veteran. His aim in walking through the crowd, he said, was to settle things down. As he told The New York Times, “I stepped in between to pray.”
The crowd, he said, parted to let him through. All except for the boy, since identified as Nick Sandmann, a junior. Phillips said the boy blocked him when he moved left. When he moved right, Sandmann did the same.
In a written statement, the boy denied blocking Phillips. “To be honest,” he wrote, “I was startled and confused as to why he had approached me.”

But the boy in that video, smirking, trying not to laugh, is not startled or confused. He looks, rather, entitled and smug.
If you’re walking down the sidewalk and someone steps directly in your path, refusing to move, and when you try to step around them, that person moves to block your way, which if you is causing a confrontation? Sandmann is just a Pool Patty who happens to have a PR firm and media connections.
Excerpts from a column by Leonard Pitts of the Miami Herald commentary by Mark Sumner, Daily Kos

Yabbut.
I used to be a high school teacher. Admittedly I’m not American, and my culture isn’t either Kentuckian nor American Catholic.
Consequently, I don’t understand this story at all.
OK; I get that they’re from a Catholic private boys’ school, and that their values might not be mine. Nevertheless.
This took place on a Friday, when schools are normally in session. The boy in question is obviously young, apparently a “junior”, which in our system makes him a Grade 11 student. In our system Grade 11 students aren’t considered sufficiently civilized to send off on their own, and certainly not in a group.
So I have some questions:
1. What is the point of sending a group of teenaged boys from Kentucky to an anti-abortion rally in Washington DC? Field trip?
2. Who allowed them to wear those hats, which immediately identified them as Trump acolytes? What point did their supervisors, assuming they had some, think they were making?
3. Where are the supervising teachers?! Doesn’t this incident make a mockery of the Catholic in their school name? Doesn’t it speak volumes about the school? Would you send your kid there?
4. The Reverend John Stowe, Bishop of Lexington, apologized for the incident and made the relevant case: "It astonishes me that any students participating in a pro-life activity on behalf of their school and their Catholic faith could be wearing apparel sporting the slogans of a president who denigrates the lives of immigrants, refugees and people from countries that he describes with indecent words and haphazardly endangers with life- threatening policies," he wrote.
5. So it is interesting that the Most Reverend Roger Foys, Bishop of Covington Diocese, would have a different take, illustrating where his moral compass is set: "We should not have allowed ourselves to be bullied and pressured into making a statement prematurely, and we take full responsibility for it," Foys wrote. "I especially apologize to Nicholas Sandmann and his family, as well as to all CovCath families who have felt abandoned during this ordeal."
6. There’s still no apology from Nick Sandman, the boy caught on camera most prominently. Instead, his parents hired a PR firm, and everyone spun. Interesting life lesson, that.
7. I haven’t been able to find any statement by the school or its administration. Except this, an email to parents: “The incident that took place at the March for Life in Washington, D.C. is being fully investigated by an

independent third-party investigator. Based upon and following an investigation, we will be taking the appropriate action regarding this matter,” the email reads. “Please know that the administration is currently working with the Diocese, local police departments, and local authorities to ensure the safety of our students, faculty and staff.”
8. Mind-boggling, I’d say, and totally foreign to my experience of some 35 years in public high schools.

Letter to Minister of Fisheries, Oceans, and the Coast Guard

Honourable Jonathan Wilkinson,

Minister of Fisheries, Oceans, and the Canadian Coast Guard

House of Commons, Ottawa, Ontario

K1A 0A6

cc Rachel Blainey, MP

House of Commons, Ottawa, Ontario

K1A 0A6

383 Frances Avenue

Campbell River, BC

V9W 1Y1

January 26, 2019

Dear Minister Wilkinson,

I wish to add my name to the long list of people who object to the roe herring fishery that takes place annually off Hornby and Denman Islands.

As you are from the west Coast you will be aware of the historic and current importance of herring in the viability of Chinook salmon and the orcas which feed on them.

You will also be aware that these two species, once so numerous, are in real danger of disappearing, and that the Hornby/Denman herring spawn is the last of the many that occurred on our coast as recently as the 1970’s, when they first started to be fished in a concerted way and also started to disappear.

You will also be aware that this is no longer a winner for what is left of the fishing industry on our coast.

Please use your office to stop this fishery before it too disappears.

Yours very sincerely,

Another rejected letter...

The Globe didn't like this enough to publish it when I sent it to the editor on December 31; however, I just came across it again, and I still like it, and still think it both concise and relevant:

On this side of the Rockies we're getting a little tired of Albertans whining about their economy and oil glut and pretending it's somehow our fault.
Alberta's in trouble? Their per capita GDP in 2017 was $20,000 more than Canada's, $21,000 more than ours.
They need their pipeline? Not at the expense of our coastal economy, they don't. If there's an over-supply, stop producing so much. The resource won't go away.
They're paying more than their share in equalization? They're just paying their federal taxes, like the rest of us. What the feds do with that money afterwards is Canada's problem, not Alberta's.
They're having trouble paying for their government services? That's what taxes are for. The rest of us pay sales tax; they don't.
Enough, already! 

Also, I haven't seen any of the arguments presented  here refuted.