Cold Days, Colder Nights....

The following are a few pics from the cold YK winter to give you an idea. Mostly this is ice fog from around -40C.

vancouver-seattle-victoria...

Wrong side of the tracks.

Its a 50's time warp.

This was the beginning of the end of all-day drinking. Paul got off work and was required to catch up by drinking 3 brown drinks.

Mike loves his chinese food.

Larkin petting goats at the petting zoo - victoria.

Fish market Seattle... cant remember the name of the market, but theres only one market in downtown seattle where they throw fish.

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All these are from Victoria.

Proof im alive.

Wind is predominant from the left.

Michaelin.

View from a park. I forget wich one.

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Vancouver Skyline from halfway up a mountian.

Teaparty, pre-realparty

View from Piers Island near victoria where we stayed for the night.

Piers Island Beach.

Dad and Larkin Visit Yellowknife

Top of the pilots monument... the tourist staple view.

Sitting in front of the pilot monument itself.

Dad - Frozen.

The kiteskiiers were out in force.

8 months and some days later...

It's been a while since this bad boy was updated. With the advent of a new job, new computer, new condo, a couple of vacations, and some goings on (not to mention begging by fans) I suppose its time.

To start are some new condo pictures to satiate your curiosty and fulfill all the promises I made to deliver them.

There are more rooms than i showed. But thats enough. Here are just a couple mexican pictures from september.

Mexico City - wheres his guitar?

SUMMER.

As far as I can tell National Aboriginal Day is a good day to be fishing instead of working. As there is no longer a "dawn" here we set sail at a luxurious 10am in search of adventure, treasure and fame. We were not to be dissapointed on any account. This is our tale.

Fell upon some houseboats with a vengeance and burned those unnatural habitats to their waterline.

Were subsequently sent on our way by some savvy float planes.

Arrived at our hideway and proceeded to look for some booty.

Found a tent frame and made some fire and drank some vino.

Oh, look. Someone caught a little fishy.

FISH ON! Excitement. Adrenaline. I have so far had 3 lures eaten by fish.

FISH OFF! This is actually as inhumane as it looks....me punching a fish.

Mark in his "mincing pansy" oh gosh... is that a fish!? [wristflip] mode.

He got over it.
Michaelin getin'er did. Absolutely impressed by the situation.

Somewhat slimier than anticipated. That fish smell follows one around for days on end coming to the foreat the most awkward of times.

50lbs of fish later what are you gonna do?

Cook it. Eat. It.

Looks really good. It was in fact really good.





Someone got wet fish butt. Sat on some fishy gutty gloves. Sat next to the fire. Scandalous fish jokes were hard not to make.

Dave. Boatowner. Fisherman. Loungelizard supreme.

Give it a day of miserable work interlude and find us all in heaven at the beach in 20+ weather, which is as warm as you can ask for. I spent the weekend trying to even out my sunburn.

Some peeps soaking sun as I do.

Pretty much summer... almost

Summer is finally upon us. What this means is drinking on the roof at 4 am wondering if its worth going to bed at all because the sun is already up. Sleep is for the weak. Then you get kicked off and thats the end of that.

Fishing time.


Mark's all - what do i do if i get a fish. Fish are all - your not gonna get me.


Jeremy's all - king of the castle, bring me some fish. Then you find a higher hill and you have to climb it too.


Jenn and Michaelin are all - some day im gonna invent a hill thats all down cause downhill is kicks.

Then the zen lazy fishing begins again.

Marks all - haaaaaaaay guys, whatcha doin?

Now its a waiting game until its warm enough to kill endless weekends floating in inflatable dingys.

Still alive.

It's ok. I'm still alive. No posts recently. I've just been busy putting up a clothes line to hang my sweatpants on. Just for my sweatpants. Not for my socks. Because it's spring now its warm enough during the day for drying. For instance, it's about 11p.m. and still plenty light out. That's a lot of daytime. That's a lot of dry sweatpants. Working lots. Its busy. So I need more dry sweatpants than usual. What sort of Pupblic Servant does overtime? This one. That's why I need a sweatpants line. To dry more jogging pants. Here's some pitctures of some recent events. No sweatpants though, sorry.







Welcome to McDonald's Yellowknife where nothing is as it seems and everyone wears sweatpants.

Patio season has arrived. Lee-Anne and I are relaxing on the roof. This is friday evening for the rest of the summer.

Mark. Hangin'. Actually there's something sinister going on but were not gonna get into it. No sweats here.

From the roof we can check the line at the BLACK KNIGHT. May be some sweatpants in the back alley.
Yeah. Karaoke apartment party. That was a little too funny. Still no sweatpants.


Elf house.

Raptor containment unit. A la Jurassic Park.

Boot.

Calgary

Here's some pics from the Easter weekend 5day Calgary vacation from Yellowknife. 40 hours of driving and a couple days in the City are hopefully enough to make yellowknife seem that much bigger and less monotonous. The long awaited Calgary pictures area below for those of you who have yet to see them.

The NWT Highway No. 3.


Left after work on the thursday and arrived in High Level, AB at 1:33 AM. Stayed at the Flamingo Inn. This 5-star resort was lovely.


Janice and Mark. According to Janice's smile the back is pretty comfortable, though I wouldnt know as I managed to avoid it pretty well.

Big friggin beaver tail pancake breakfast.

After High Level there was Peace River. Cool place with a river built on a flood plain, lots of dirt roads in town and the Moon Saloon/Liquor store.

Stayed with Jesse - friend from high school. His townhouse is at the end of the walk here. This is margaret. She got tired of sitting in the back of Mark's truck and got her own car. It went pretty good.

There is a mall downtown calgary with a City park on the 4th floor.

This is the Dim Sum that defeated me. May it live on forever in my tummy.
This lady made me 100 frozen dumplings for $15. It was too warm on the way back so they solidified into 2 really really big dumplings in their bags while sitting in the back of the truck.
Went to infamous the infamous Cowboys bar on saturday night.
After Cowboys Jesse tried to inhale a sausage and almost had his eyes pop out.

Got tired of walking so we rented a limo.

Mark got tired of not hanging his ass out of the limo window and hung his ass out the limo window.

Goodbye Calgary.

Next stop Mayorthorpe. Pretty wicked place really.

I especially liked the part where it was sort of out of a horror movie.

This place served wicked chinese food with a side of heartburn.

Stopped at the Alexandria Falls near Enterprise.

More like poo falls.

Crossing the ice road on the mackenzie was fun. It closed the friday after we got back and as we were crossing it there was about a foot of overflow and slush.

Then the long and boring drive back to Yellowknife where spring has finally started to warm things up and the sun is shining - bring on the summer.

What has gone before and What is yet to come +1 rum and coke.

Calgary countdown = 2 mornings and im outta here. That'll be a nice 1700km drive.

As for this past weekend we had some glorious, albeit cold, windy weather. If we were talking you might ask me if it were good enough for ice fishing. I might say it was. You could ask how I knew. I would respond that its primarily because I went and dug through 4 feet of ice and didnt catch anything.

Apart from some ice fishing i engaged in some celebratory travels to the city's fine taverns. Being celebrated was a friends 3rd anniversary in Yellowknife. For your visual sensory engagement see ice fishing only pics below. No photo proof of my wanton debauchary this week. Thatll have to wait until im back from calgary.

Lee-ann auguring.

Making holes.

My turn to bore.

Mark and Lee-ann waiting for fish.



We had a bet that either canned minnows or canned marshmallow bait would do the trick. No one won as we didnt catch anything. We need a deeper lake.

These are canned minnows from canadian tire. They smelled pretty good so we ate some.

Lee-ann drinking from a giant scotch bottle.

Frozen canadian tire minnow.

This weeks beer commercial.

Lounging while waiting for fish who never came.

This is what i wear to black tie events in YK.