So, my friend up north and a little to the left called and reported in yesterday. These conversations are rarely boring and always provide some kind of great blogging material (not that I've used much up to this point.) I am purposely blogging about the Chinook because he said that he was happy I didn't smear him on the public blog site. Oh contrare, mon frere!
First, this random phone number appears on my caller id. No idea who it is and I a slightly annoyed because I've been getting texts messages and calls in the middle of the night from people I don't know. Well, apparently Canadian Boy had to get a new cell phone because his old one doesn't work deep in the "bush." I think he said this new phone was made of a bigger pine cone and more tin foil than the last one, so it gets better reception in British Columbia. Phew. The technology of our friends to the north is really coming along!
He was telling about his journey to his son's new place in a ski resort in BC. Never one to miss out on a traffic ticket, he managed to log three in a twenty-four hour period. The first was failure to come to a complete stop and was apparently given by a weathered, used-up Indian (his words, not mine...I would have said Eskimo). He wasn't interested in getting lucky with her so didn't even bother trying to get out of that ticket.
The second (and this is my favorite) was for failure to wear a seat belt. No doubt that when he was getting in his truck he had a coffee in one hand and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth making very little capability to put on a seat belt. He scurried to get the seat belt on before the Mountie got to 'im, but there was just one little snag in the plan. The seat belt was hanging OUT OF THE DOOR. Kind of hard to fake that one.
The third was for backing into someone's $60,000 truck. The ticket given for this one was given by one of the above mentioned officers of the law. Nice.
My vote at this point is to revoke the truck and put him on a moped with a Marvin the Martian helmet. He also reports that he has been swimming. I, of course, envision him on a scooter with a Marvin helmet, Speedos, white tube socks and running shoes. Nothing but. Ahhh.... lovely.
He is working hard on getting in touch with nature and has taken on the spirit of a bear. He knows forages daily for granola bars, berries, and twigs. I am thinking the digestion must be fairly regular at this point. So tell us, Mountain Boy. Does the bear shit in the woods?
He is anxiously awaiting the return of the weekend beavers. 'Nuff said.
In all seriousness (not that the above wasn't serious) where he is at looks completely gorgeous. The above picture is his view from somewhere. I am completely jealous and more determined now to make a life in Alaska someday. He said that the clouds and in town and it is just amazing. I believe it. Did I mention that I am jealous?
So the conversation was a good part of my day.
My run last night was intervals. Yuck. I don't like them. Completed on a treadmill I finished, but not very strong. I was sweating like a beast, though. My hair was stuck to my forehead if that tells you anything. Results are published to the right in their usual spot. I was five minutes and some in before I remembered to turn on my Nike+, so the distance was probably closer to 4 miles. Anyway...
Not a lot happening here today. Gearing up for the weekend. It is St. Pat's Day. Did you know that?
PS: 8 months until my birthday....Just thought I would let you know!
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