AF Daily - Sunday July 24
Good day, eh? DG, staying outta the cleaning, thats so smart. Mario you aint dead yet, so lots of time to make up for past losses, right? I wish I had not wrecked by cartilage is all. But then I am working on it. Regrets. I regret being a bad mother to my kids at times, thats for sure. He Treya, hope youre not dissapointed Im not a guy, lol! Believe it or not that happens a lot. P3 like Greenie, I am looking forward to the Papreport.
Lops I felt like kinda down this morning too. Well first of all Im in Fort St John, which is kind of a hole of a city. I had such a good time up in the Yukon with the engineers, and the bison and all, but that job was done so I flew south in a little five seater Navaho, then drove for 5 hours, and now I am waiting to go out on the last bush site (another 4 hour drive). The hotel last night was such a box of farts, I checked out and went back to an old standard (it was full last night.) For an expensive i.e. pricey place I found having a broken elevator, getting a tall mobile tray of food dumped on me in the stairwell and being yapped at by a couple of hookers in the parking lot sort of put me off. Not to mention no cutlery or crockery in the so called " suite" cupboards and no lamps. And worst of ALL NO highspeed wirelesss. The noive. So Det how does that match up? No doubt you have some humdingers trotted out as exclusive or high priced hotels, with mucho problems. My best hotel story took place in the back country of the Chilcotin, where range law rules. The Chilcot indians were the only group ever to wage war against the whites in BC and nearly win it. Its very sparsely populated grasslands and mountains in the northwest of BC. I had been chasing Caribou for a couple weeks, and was bedding down for the night in my second floor hotel room, a spartan room with a bed a nightstand and a dresser, thats it. I was about 35 years old then, and in my frilly nightie, with a glass of tea, and wondering why the door to the upstairs was padlocked behind me after I startred up the stairs. The September breeze with no mosquitoes was blowing the curtains in on my open window. Then I heard voices, laughter and scuffling and giggling from outside below, and the unmistakable sound of three Chilcotin indian men trying to shimmy up the side of the hotel siding and into my second floor window with a case of beer. A lot of discussion about Jimmy not breakin' the damn bottles, eh? I froze. Then I grabbed my handy travel companion. They heard the action on my 12 gauge shot gun. Shhhh-SHHOOK! Then, they all decided MAYBE they didnt wanna try to break into the Alexis Lake Hotel second floor, after all. There were some light thuds and clanks of bottles (still unbroken) and a hasty retreat.
I love the Chilcotin, and wish I could go there again one day.
Good day, eh? DG, staying outta the cleaning, thats so smart. Mario you aint dead yet, so lots of time to make up for past losses, right? I wish I had not wrecked by cartilage is all. But then I am working on it. Regrets. I regret being a bad mother to my kids at times, thats for sure. He Treya, hope youre not dissapointed Im not a guy, lol! Believe it or not that happens a lot. P3 like Greenie, I am looking forward to the Papreport.
Lops I felt like kinda down this morning too. Well first of all Im in Fort St John, which is kind of a hole of a city. I had such a good time up in the Yukon with the engineers, and the bison and all, but that job was done so I flew south in a little five seater Navaho, then drove for 5 hours, and now I am waiting to go out on the last bush site (another 4 hour drive). The hotel last night was such a box of farts, I checked out and went back to an old standard (it was full last night.) For an expensive i.e. pricey place I found having a broken elevator, getting a tall mobile tray of food dumped on me in the stairwell and being yapped at by a couple of hookers in the parking lot sort of put me off. Not to mention no cutlery or crockery in the so called " suite" cupboards and no lamps. And worst of ALL NO highspeed wirelesss. The noive. So Det how does that match up? No doubt you have some humdingers trotted out as exclusive or high priced hotels, with mucho problems. My best hotel story took place in the back country of the Chilcotin, where range law rules. The Chilcot indians were the only group ever to wage war against the whites in BC and nearly win it. Its very sparsely populated grasslands and mountains in the northwest of BC. I had been chasing Caribou for a couple weeks, and was bedding down for the night in my second floor hotel room, a spartan room with a bed a nightstand and a dresser, thats it. I was about 35 years old then, and in my frilly nightie, with a glass of tea, and wondering why the door to the upstairs was padlocked behind me after I startred up the stairs. The September breeze with no mosquitoes was blowing the curtains in on my open window. Then I heard voices, laughter and scuffling and giggling from outside below, and the unmistakable sound of three Chilcotin indian men trying to shimmy up the side of the hotel siding and into my second floor window with a case of beer. A lot of discussion about Jimmy not breakin' the damn bottles, eh? I froze. Then I grabbed my handy travel companion. They heard the action on my 12 gauge shot gun. Shhhh-SHHOOK! Then, they all decided MAYBE they didnt wanna try to break into the Alexis Lake Hotel second floor, after all. There were some light thuds and clanks of bottles (still unbroken) and a hasty retreat.
I love the Chilcotin, and wish I could go there again one day.
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