Back in January, I went on a climbing trip to Mexico. I had a great time climbing the amazing multi-pitch limestone walls out there, and enjoying the beautiful Mexican landscape. But I also met someone, and ultimately fell in love with this person, over the course of several months, writing e-mails and letters and postcards and talking over Skype. That person, Mandy, decided to come visit me in Whitehorse for two weeks in late March / early April. Wanting to impress her, and convince her that the Yukon is a fantastic, magical place, we jam-packed our days with winter activities. Here’s a highlight of those events (in no order whatsoever, because for the life of me I cannot remember):
– dogsledding with Muktuk Adventures:
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. I’ve done lots, so there hasn’t been a dry spell of things to post about. Perhaps there’s been too much, and there simply hasn’t been time to spend at a computer. Whatever the reason, I seek your forgiveness in the matter.
Here’s an extremely compressed update on life up in the Yukon:
Here’s a view from a cross-country ski trip out to Marsh Lake, in March, with Julia:
A couple weeks ago Julia invited me to go on an adventure out to Annie Lake, where she said there was this cabin that you could stay in for the night for free. It’s run by the ministry of education or something. The idea was that we would xc-ski in 20km, snowshoe around the area, sleep in the cabin, then xc-ski out another 20km. Sounded like a great idea. Only problem was we didn’t have a clue where the 20km started, or where the cabin was supposed to be.
[waxing my skis before we head out. We thought we were anywhere between 10-30km from our destination. Turns out we were probably 15km. The prominent red thing is a sled we borrowed from a Swedish friend.]
I have been keeping myself busy up here in Whitehorse since I last gave an update.
I made it onto the front page of the Yukon News because of a chance picture of me flying through the air on a boulder problem at a local Bouldering competition (rock climbing):
Another day I tried my hand at ice climbing for the first time. This was on an artificial waterfall that was made at the same place with the hot springs (Takhini Hot Springs). It was a lot of fun. I want to invest more time and money into it, but at the moment I have too much on my plate… But next winter for sure, as I am dying for more climbing up here in the winter: Continue reading
July 8th: St. John’s, NL: last day
Woke up and Phill was gone. Corey’s father [who was also staying with us] started playing with a toy in the kitchen that made a lot of noise. Like a kitten playing with a ball filled with noisy balls… I left and spent too long in a used bookstore. Bought: Good Muslim, Bad Muslim: America, The Cold War, and the Roots of Terror. I got breakfast then headed to Rocket for tea. Met up with Angela and went to a camp called Alive, run by her friend Katy. We made a camp fire, ate smores, and sang songs. Slept at Angela’s. Look up Joy Gordon: Ethics of International Relations.
[And that’s it! Angela drove me to the airport and that is the end of it. Hope you all enjoyed ‘the ride’, and weren’t put off too much (or bored) by all my embarrassing personal details. Phill and I do hope to one day bike from Alaska to Patagonia… but that’s still a couple years away, I would assume…]
July 7th: St. John’s, NL
Woke up at Angela’s, went to Corey’s, and got picked up by Jamal. He took me out to Cape Spear and Red Cliff. It rained on us there, and was too foggy to see much. Same with Red Cliff.
Got dropped off then headed to Canary Cycle. Had to carry my box home, then come back for the bike. Broke my crank arm by stripping the thread. I felt stupid. Went to a coffee shop and met a cute girl named Vanessa. She teaches Ballet for a living.
Read for a bit, headed to Corey’s and packed my bike. Hope it works. Then headed to Sprout and ate two full dinners. Right now at Rocket coffee shop with Phill killing time. Awkward texts with Tara all day… [I still feel bad that I didn’t hang out with Tara again while I was in St. John’s, but I didn’t want to have a ‘travel size’ partnership for the couple days I was in the city.]
Phill and I headed out to Dodey’s [a bar] around 9 to watch the UFC 148 match, of Silva vs. Sonnen. It was really fun to get into the fights. We left at 2:30am and roamed George St., people watching. I slept and Phill packed his bike with his head lamp.
July 6th: St. John’s, NL
Watched The Notebook and ordered a pizza. Yum! We [Tara and I] walked downtown in the rain.
I went home [to Corey’s] and slept till 7:30pm, and am now in a coffee shop.
Phill called and told me about a hot tub party with Angela. I was imagining us showing up to an awesome hot tub filled with beautiful young women. Instead we mostly stayed in a with drunk middle-aged women. The “hot tub” had just been filled, and so was still coldish (89F). I had a great chat with the one lady about health and stuff. She took a very ‘vaccines are bad’ attitude.
Left and I spent the night with Angela: smoked a joint, drank a beer, and watched her play the fiddle. Then we cuddled. She’s swell.