i'm toying with the idea of this being my life:
who doesn't love toys??
..there's the thrill of going way too fast on a trail you don't know..
..you never do know what you're gonna find 13km back in the bush on a road only accessable by quad or dirtbike..
redneck fun and games.. a part of me wonders what the stove did to deserve that..
now all i need to do is knock out a few of my teeth, get all barefoot and pregnant, acquire a plethera of stray dogs and an appetite for whisky straight, and i'll be set.
some other highlights:
saw 4 black bears on three separate occasions.. one was a momma with cub. his little bum when he ran.. fuck it was cute.
oh, and that saying, "do bears shit in the woods?" when something's blatently obvious.. well, i'm here to tell you that no, they do not. they shit on the road. i must have seen over a hundred bear droppings. excessive and oh, so reassuring..
the first bear i saw was maybe 15 feet in front of me, just sauntering by the site. i say "hey look, a bear.." before the word "bear" was out of my mouth, Tonka, the resident half wolf bearkiller tears off down the road after it and trees the thing. every dog in the neighborhood howled for about two hours.
boy ran over a grouse on the trail with the quad. i look back and see it's still flapping. insist that if you're gonna run it over, at least make sure it's dead. we go back, pick it up.. he straps it to the quad and says, "i'm a redneck, honey".. perhaps i had a bewildered look on my face. back at camp, he then proceeded to place it on its back, step on its wings, hanging on to its feet -- and neatly gut the thing. a few spices, some time on the BBQ................ not a bad little dinner.
had moose burgers from the bull brad shot in august, holy damn were they good.. and some haddock skewers, followed by a fulfilling bullshit session by the fire during which time i went shot for shot with the boys and the 40 of whisky. it was fine until i tried to stand up and realized i was pretty much paralysed. so i slurred "fuck you guys, i'm going to bed" and they all watched and laughed as i fell in a sinkhole on the way to the trailer.
saw the craziest sunset at mussel beach, this radd little campsite up some modified goat trail of a road.. all the sites have shelters constructed from random deadwood, all gnarled and bleached by the ocean. there are little beer cups hanging from a line tied around posts around the site - you put tea lights in them and they make quaint little patio lanterns.. so we hung out, til it was dark, had a few beers - waaaaay too far from home.. ended up riding back in absolute darkness. i was so sure i was going to be eaten by a bear. or crash. the most i did was launch my quad into the blackberry bushes, strangely void of blackberries - the bears really like 'em. then we heard rustling in the bushes...
who doesn't love toys??
..there's the thrill of going way too fast on a trail you don't know..
..you never do know what you're gonna find 13km back in the bush on a road only accessable by quad or dirtbike..
redneck fun and games.. a part of me wonders what the stove did to deserve that..
now all i need to do is knock out a few of my teeth, get all barefoot and pregnant, acquire a plethera of stray dogs and an appetite for whisky straight, and i'll be set.
some other highlights:
saw 4 black bears on three separate occasions.. one was a momma with cub. his little bum when he ran.. fuck it was cute.
oh, and that saying, "do bears shit in the woods?" when something's blatently obvious.. well, i'm here to tell you that no, they do not. they shit on the road. i must have seen over a hundred bear droppings. excessive and oh, so reassuring..
the first bear i saw was maybe 15 feet in front of me, just sauntering by the site. i say "hey look, a bear.." before the word "bear" was out of my mouth, Tonka, the resident half wolf bearkiller tears off down the road after it and trees the thing. every dog in the neighborhood howled for about two hours.
boy ran over a grouse on the trail with the quad. i look back and see it's still flapping. insist that if you're gonna run it over, at least make sure it's dead. we go back, pick it up.. he straps it to the quad and says, "i'm a redneck, honey".. perhaps i had a bewildered look on my face. back at camp, he then proceeded to place it on its back, step on its wings, hanging on to its feet -- and neatly gut the thing. a few spices, some time on the BBQ................ not a bad little dinner.
had moose burgers from the bull brad shot in august, holy damn were they good.. and some haddock skewers, followed by a fulfilling bullshit session by the fire during which time i went shot for shot with the boys and the 40 of whisky. it was fine until i tried to stand up and realized i was pretty much paralysed. so i slurred "fuck you guys, i'm going to bed" and they all watched and laughed as i fell in a sinkhole on the way to the trailer.
saw the craziest sunset at mussel beach, this radd little campsite up some modified goat trail of a road.. all the sites have shelters constructed from random deadwood, all gnarled and bleached by the ocean. there are little beer cups hanging from a line tied around posts around the site - you put tea lights in them and they make quaint little patio lanterns.. so we hung out, til it was dark, had a few beers - waaaaay too far from home.. ended up riding back in absolute darkness. i was so sure i was going to be eaten by a bear. or crash. the most i did was launch my quad into the blackberry bushes, strangely void of blackberries - the bears really like 'em. then we heard rustling in the bushes...VIEW 12 of 12 COMMENTS
mine have not been through too much, but are still washed and safe. i'm glad we are unicorn mitt pals though.