July 25, 2009

From North to Norther...

Back from the cottage yesterday afternoon - the washing machine hasn't stopped since. That's Ari as the last surviving Pirate - his triumphant paddle-waving victory yell was abruptly interrupted by the 'losers' taking their revenge.

I'll be on a flight at 8am to Whitehorse, for an adventure I'm sure I'm not remotely prepared for. I realized last night my hiking boots are all pooched, so ran out to buy some. Purple Doc Martens. They make me very happy. Probably a good enough warning for anyone who doesn't know me yet, too.

So, I know what you're thinking. I'm told to bring hiking boots, because we'll will be doing hiking. And I'm wearing NEW hiking boots. Don't even say it. I know.

I've talked to my partner-in-Yukon-Adventure, Melissa Weber. Miss and I have known each other over 20 years, and when I was told I could bring someone along, I knew it would be a great chance to finally spend some time with her. She lives in Michigan now, and we don't see each other often enough. After a week with me in an RV, I'm thinking she will be realizing she's good for the next 20 years.

We were going over the itinerary and packing list last night. Let me be blunt: any packing list that includes "sense of humour" should tell you what you're in for. Roz asked if I'd talked to Malicious (that's what she calls her) - I said we were all ready. Which we're not. But trips like these, I would do with no notice and no luggage. I mean, as long as I have my purple boots.

We will be trekking along the Alaska Highway, through Dawson City, raft float trips and the Top of The World Highway. The weather is supposed to be spectacular.

I just spent a week with 7 males. I am switching to a week with one female. I am predicting less laundry, more talking, less beer, more wine, less protein, more tears, less cliff jumping, more girl music, less playing pirates, and more dry towels. But that's just a guess.

I see you've all tried unsuccessfully to push Webgod into action. Or Roz. Or Gilly. I'm surprised Arlene wasn't in there. I don't think I'll have access, but if I do I'll blog when I'm away. In the mean time, carry on talking behind my back.

I don't care. I have new purple boots.


Blogger Chris said...

I LOVE those boots Lorraine. There's a reason all those punks had their Docs. You're in good company.


July 27, 2009 8:53 PM  

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