a sunday afternoon... living the dream.

Sunday equals adventure. from the word "sun" meaning "adventure". hense, sunday is adventure day. Tom and Partick and charlie and I got into the truck and headed up into the hills. on the way, i rolled over 300 000 km on the truck.

300,000 km.

We got to a cool spot on a quiet lake and got ready for a little paddle.  Tom and I hopped in and went on a short tour.  The lake was pretty shallow.  We didn't get any fish from the boat, and Pat was empty too when we got back to the shore.

launchy launchy

!/2 way around the lake, tom a i got out of the canoe and explores around the bush a little.  It was tough going with so much deadfall.  but we wore jeans and not-flip flops after the lesson we learned at reluctant dragon cove a few weeks ago.

tom

lots of deadfall, like i said.

On the way back, we tried more fishing, but no dice.

tom, trying to use his mental powers to catch fish. 

late afternoon

We messed around the site for a few hours.  We had a pellet gun, some hot dogs, some beers and a chainsaw.  we used them all.  it was good times.

the little camp spot

army guy.  aka. pellet gun target.  the smoke reminded me of 'nam.

packing up

sniper tom

Weirdest thing.  while we were up there, a '71 dodge demon came ripping by. 

the muddy road out

one last photo on the way down.

It was a sweet afternoon trip, and only 25km from my front door.  Possibly a place we will return to.

More adventure next weekend, you should come.