This one no longer goes to 11; it goes, instead, to 12.
I apologize for not updating the website in a while; much has happened.
First, only days before leaving for the Canadian wilderness, the hard drive crashed on my laptop. I got it replaced, but of course a hard drive failure is a hard drive failure, and all the annoying whatnot that comes with this type of event has slowed me down on updating the site.
But I'm back from paddling the waters of the Wild North with my Dad and friends. This year we took a train northeast out of the town of Sioux Lookout, Ontario and had the conductor drop us off in the middle of the wilderness where Nesbitt Creek crossed the railroad tracks. So, shortly after 9:00 AM on Day 1 of the trip, the train pulled away from six intrepid travelers and their gear, standing on the side of the railroad tracks in no-man's land, with the other passengers staring out windows at us puzzlingly, and our adventure began. And what an adventure it was. Shortly after beginning our southwestward journey back toward Sioux Lookout, we learned that Nesbitt Creek was designated a creek because it contained little navigable water. Further hindering this would-be waterway were thousands of fallen trees and several large beaver dams. Day 1 involved more canoe dragging than canoe paddling. By 7:30 in the evening we had reached an apparent impasse, and so we made an improvised camp to rest and nurse our many and various wounds—including the aforementioned Number 12, my 12th broken bone. Yes, it happened, and on a seemingly innocuous canoe trip. I broke my left foot, again. While dragging a canoe through the woods for the 11th time that day, I slipped off a moss-covered log and smashed my foot into a rock, breaking my 5th metatarsal bone.
Conveniently, I didn't know it was broken until we returned home; I just thought it hurt quite a bit. As such, we ventured on (not that we had a choice) and finished the trip (with a couple more brutal events, including a near-death lightning strike). It was, like all of the Canada trips before it, a complete blast. But it's nice to be home, nursing our infected bug bites, broken bones, and whatnot. Keep your eyes peeled for some photos soon; I managed to take a few despite breaking my camera on the trip. (The adventurous life is not an easy one, on bodies or equipment, I'll remind you. But it's fun!)
Upcoming Shenanigans and Other Whatnot:
So now that we're back from Canada, we'll return to our regularly scheduled shenanigans, which include, but are certainly not limited to:
—Mountain biking to get ready for La Ruta (in which I'm now officially
registered)
—Skydiving whenever the weather permits
—Getting the boat ready for some SCUBA diving adventures
—Continuing our work on finding a worthy tandem bicycle to do things a
tandem bicycle was not meant to do
—Ongoing filming for 6 Degrees of Wreckreation©®™, seek
fun films' first effort at a movie.
There are two silly movie trailers if you're looking to kill a couple moments: Trailer 1 and Trailer 2
So, get out there and have some fun, folks. We'll keep doing the same. Drop us a line if you want to get involved in the shenanigans and whatnot. Anyone with knee pads is invited!
~ topher
