This reminds me of one of my favourite songs, and which I have taught hundreds of people to sing. You know, often enough folks complain to me that they can’t remember the words to any songs, and I tell them I will teach them a song and they will remember all the words. It goes like this, to the tune of “Oh Danny Boy:”
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy
(then with gusto):
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy
(Plus or minus a couple oh boys.)
Brings a tear to yer eye, doesn’t it!?!?
Anyways here I am at Boya Lake Provincial Park in Northern BC, about 60 or so km from the Yukon border. I drove about another 140 km after Dease Lake, where I wrote the last note to this epistle. So today’s journey was 640 km, one of my longest on the trip for sure, and the truck rolled over 6000 km today since I set out 20 days ago from Kingston. “We ain’t in Kansas any more, Toto.”
There was some more white knuckle driving after Dease Lake. You KNOW it is going to be somewhat hairy when you have been gritting your teeth because the road is so freakin’ narrow and the shoulder consists of six inches of asphalt and a sheer drop-off to certain death, and THEN you get a warning sign that the road is going to be narrow and twisty for the next 7 km or whatever. Thank God I did not meet a loaded logging truck in those sections!!! And I am here to tell you that the good folks who put up road signs for the BC Highways department generally UNDERSTATE the challenges a driver is about to encounter.
I also wet a line in quite a number of rivers and lakes along today’s route, but alas my offerings were spurned by my piscatorial quarry. Neither Brobdingagian behemoths nor Tinkerbell teenies took the slightest interest in becoming my dinner. And, proud angler that I am, fish was on tonight’s menu.
Instead I had groundhog. OK let me explain. There was a movie called Groundhog Day (I think) and the star was somebody famous like Tom Hanks or Jimmy Hendrickx or Red Green, anyways he starred in a bunch of other shows and is well known to people who watch movies. In this particular show he lived the same day over and over as a weather forecaster and could not escape. Everybody got the picture?
So yesterday, as I explained somewhat breathlessly in my last post, I had a feast of Mister Noodles (Curry chicken flavour, yum yum), a summer sausage sandwich on Wonder Bread (only $4.29 a loaf at Fraser Lake), washed down with pinot grigio and rye, what more could a gourmand ask for. My sodium level was getting dangerously low, since all I had to eat today was a brunch of a sandwich on Wonder Bread (only $4.29 a loaf at Fraser Lake) with summer sausage and processed cheese, then an afternoon snack of a Cup-a-Soup, less than 2000 mg of sodium in each case (I think???) So for supper tonight at this fabulous Boya Lake Provincial Park, with real pit toilets and no other amenities (but it is cheap), I had the same scrumptious feast as I did last night (Mister Noodles (Curry chicken flavour, yum yum), a summer sausage aand processed cheese sandwich on Wonder Bread (only $4.29 a loaf at Fraser Lake), washed down with pinot grigio and rye, what more could a gourmand ask for.) They could mine my arteries to give Sifto their salt reserves for the next three years.
Of course there is no WiFi access here, so what I am trying is to type this in a “Word” document which HOPEFULLY I can find again – after all, it is the first one in my laptop – and then when I can connect to the net again I will cut and paste this to my blog.
Tomorrow, Whitehorse or bust!
Doug
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