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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Update from the North!

Things have already developed into a wonderful routine around here. Wake up at the crack of dawn, work work work work work, get off around 6pm, strip off my clothes and wash the bus air and tourist noise off of me, then hang out in the kitchen making food and/or drinking until I feel like going to bed.
This is called a spirit bear. Very rare!

I'm not completely shout-out-loud in love with this job, but it has a ton of perks. One of which is how easy it is for me to find someone to join me on adventures! Back home, I'd be drinking and feel like riding bikes, only to have no one to ride bikes with. Here, it's just a matter of walking up and down the hallway a few times before I gather a gaggle of enthusiasts. The other night we rode out to Liarsville and back, measuring the distance to the bridge via an iPhone app with a British accent, all so we would know how to judge ourselves on our jogging endeavors.

The road trip up was long and exhausting. We hit the road around 6:30pm on Saturday and drove through until 6pm on Monday evening. We stopped to sleep for a few hours a night, got one real meal a day, ate Cheez-Its and Monster energy drinks the rest of the time, and stopped for gas every 250 miles. By the time we arrive in Skagway we were barely being civil to each other, smelled like sulfur from the Liard hot springs (SO mad I didn't get any pictures! But I was too tired to think about those things), and could think of nothing except the hot showers waiting in our hotel rooms. It was fantastic, and I think my dad and I are going to do the drive back together in October. We're taking the long route home just so I can sit in those hot springs again.

Today the cook at Liarsville, Doug, gave me a bunch of salmon fillets. Jeanine, Adrienne and I are going to cook up some rice and veggies and have a hearty meal before we take off to go play Capture the Flag in Dyea (aka drink a lot of wine in the woods). Ciao!

Friday, June 11, 2010

I'll leave the gun at home, though

I keep forgetting that crossing the border is not like boarding an airplane. Yes I can have scissors. Yes I can have liquids. And hey - it doesn't have to all weigh less than 50 lbs! Shit yeah I'm gonna be prepared this summer.

Tomorrow's To Do List:
  • Graduate
  • Commence road trip

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Britain Does Things Right

Aw man. Come on Doctor Who. You're supposed to be a family-friendly somewhat science-fiction TV show, not a show that makes 23 year old women cry over the tragedy of Vincent van Gogh's life. (This is also why I love you, Doctor Who.)

Amy: We didn't make a difference at all.
Doctor: I wouldn't say that. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey, the good things don't always soften the bad things but vice versa, that bad things don't always spoil the good things or make them unimportant.

And for my ginger friends (you know who you are):

Amy: If we had got married our kids would have had very, very red hair.
Doctor: The ultimate ginger.

Friday, June 4, 2010


I sure do enjoy bird-watching at night. So fun. So many birds.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

witness my glory

For those of you who are extra-sharp readers, literary geniuses if you will, then this story is no surprise. But in case you didn't catch on, yesterday was an excellent example of blog-post foreshadowing. You see, yesterday, as I was making my merry way to work, I realized I was driving on a flat tire.

I'm not the most perceptive of drivers. The Great White Shark is great because it requires very little upkeep (at least as far as I'm aware!) Where someone of the male variety may have noticed before ever getting in the car, I had driven 2 blocks before I suspected something was wrong. When I finally did pull over to check things out, I almost had a heart-attack right there as I started imagining all the ways I no doubt had just ruined my wheel rims. See, I really don't know much about what a car can handle.

Calling into work was fun, too. I couldn't just ditch the car and ride my bike in - the car was stranded on a no-parking zone and I was too scared to try and drive it home. And I couldn't just say "I'll be in 30 minutes late" - I've never changed a tire before! Who knows how long that kind of thing would take! (As it turned out, it took an hour. Stop laughing.) I'm sure I'll be in heaps of trouble for calling in over a flat tire, but there you go.

I have to say. I felt pretty bad-ass sitting in the back of my empty party van, surrounded by jack parts and instructions, little-by-little figuring out how to put things together so I could take things apart. Pretty soon my hands were covered in grease, my jeans picked up more dirt than they had all weekend at Sasquatch, and people walking to school would cross to the other side of the street in fear that I'd ask them for help.

(One kind soul did offer to help, but I was feeling pretty good about myself at this point. I told him if he wanted to stick around and watch that was fine, but otherwise I was good.)

Unfortunately I still can't say I've changed a tire on my own. I came damn near close, but as fate would have it I'd pulled over in front of a fire station. One of the firefighters came running out to help, and before I could tell him that I'd be fine eventually, he'd taken the spare from my hands and gotten to work. He straight up stole my thunder right out of my hands!

But that's okay, because my spare was flat, too. They got called out before he could take the tire in and fill it up, so I called Les Schwab road assistance, but then they came back surprisingly quickly so I canceled the call. This time two firefighters came out, and they filled that sucker up and popper her on and sent me on my way in less than 5 minutes.

While I'm still a little mad that this isn't an "independent woman" story, one where I take on a task normally reserved for men and succeed, I'm very glad those firefighters had an air pump.

And finally, I urge everyone to always go to Les Schwab for tire issues. Seriously, those people couldn't be more fantastic. They got everything fixed in under 30 minutes and didn't charge me a dime!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Smasquash! Smaaasquaaash!

Sasquatch Weekend 2010 was a huge success! Friday afternoon we attempted to fill a Subaru with all our piles of camping equipment, but inevitably ended up taking the Great White Shark. Ol' Sharky has been having issues with its front tire lately, so every time we stopped it was one of the boys' job to check the tire pressure. (And we made it the whole weekend without incident! Not so lucky today, though...)

Our driving music options were limited only to bands playing at the Gorge. Our food came in three forms: hot dog, PB&J, or beer. Our tents struggled to stay upright against the winds that inspired the local restaurant to be named "Blustery's Burgers". Allison and I took photos of everything that moved, and often several things that didn't. One night we huddled in my van and drank Bud Light in the dark. Another night we foraged for firewood and came back with tree branches bigger than our bodies. In the daytime we went on interpretive scenic hikes and skipped rocks on the river and debated the pros and cons of climbing on restricted paper maché dinosaurs (instead we ghost rode metal horses!). We saw so much good music that the concerts have all rolled into one giant roving shindig, and whenever I think of this weekend again I'll only ever have one thing to say:

"Oh fuck it! I'm gonna have a party!"