Trip Start Sep 12, 2005
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After the attack of the killer barber, my hair is starting to grow back. Many people have asked if they can have pictures. No is the answer its like one of those things that happens in your life that you just want to forget. I will attempt to describe it though. Imagine a 70's afro mixed with a Mohican at the top and a marine jarhead/skinhead cut. If you can picture that then you can sort of get a feel for what it was like.
So what have we been up to this week? We are starting to feel a bit restless, as we haven't got a lot to do until we move into the house. We keep going on days out but even that gets tiring after a while. We are officially in limboland at the moment. Both of us want to get back into some sort of work, but Elaine can't decide what
We've both been dieting and exercising more. It was only the other day that Elaine attempted to walk the 18 miles back up the mountain after we'd had a bit of a disagreement. :-). Bless her she got further than I would. (For the record she got 4 miles uphill, until she pulled a muscle in her leg.. The truck came in handy though. She still wasn't talking to me at this stage, so she dumped herself in the flatbed for the rest of the 14 miles up the hill. It was great; I got to feel like an ambulance racing up the hill. The only problem was that she really did need an ambulance when we got to the top of the mountain, it had started to snow at the 6-mile marker on the way up and by the time we reached home the temperature had reached -3C. Forget marriage counselling, all you need is a flatbed truck and a mountain + dodgy weather. It's amazing what a bit of exposed cold does. She was all hugs and kisses by the time she got out the back :-).)
Yesterday we went for another long 'fat burning' walk. It was lovely, a deserted trail to Dixie Dam waterfall, about a 6.5 mile/ roundtrip. We couldn't understand why we didn't see a sole.
We got chatting to a woman out walking her poor old blind dog (remind me in the future to tell you the story about how not to feed a blind dog a muffin at groin height - that's another story for another time) and got chatting. We asked her why things were so quiet on a Saturday. She just smiled and pointed to the sign behind us. See photo... Bears had been spotted on the trail. Problem 1 - we had to go back the way we came to get back to our truck. Hmmmm, ignorance was bliss.... No worries I thought, I've got a penknife. At this point the woman pointed out that 4 inches of penknife wouldn't be enough to get through the layer of fat on a bear. Hmm, I thought, does fat contain nerves, would the bear feel anything if I managed to get in close enough to get a lucky shot (using my black belt in swearing?) Knowing my luck it would probably think that I was trying to mate with it and that thought doesn't paint a pretty picture...
So, we were back to good old preventative measures - singing old 80's tunes like 'the lion sleeps tonight' by tight fit and 'Waterloo' by Abba and making as much noise as possible...
Funnily enough we made it back in record time, despite stopping multiple times for possible bear sightings. You can tell that we are getting old and the eyesight must be going, the sightings turned out to be tree stumps... That night we had our weekly fat fighters weigh in using our new super dooper fat measurement scales. Based on the results I'm sure any bear would have been chomping on us for days, it turns out that my body is 44% fat. Shit!
I thought I'd share some bits and pieces from our local newspaper. There's a great advertisement in the classifieds for 'Mr Bush - I'll trim anything, call xxx-xxxx'
Also the latest craze in the US is boxing chess! Apparently you do a round of boxing, then three minutes of chess, and continue until you get knocked out or until chess mate happens. I have a question, how do you move your chess pieces with gloves on?
And finally Rocky 6 is about to start filming in Las Vegas, and yes Sly Stallone is back to play Rocky. The storyline is hush hush, but its something to do with a charity match that gets out of hand....
We're off to Vancouver Island later this week, so more when we get back.