I was going to start a fanciful new set of posts this week, largely dealing with hair. Namely: mine. That and it's noted lack, backing up my hirsute claim with pictorial evidence from my childhood and ending with photos from university showing the genesis of my pate's deforestation.
That all will have to wait for later in the week now. I leave this morning for the site visit to a prospective job site I referenced in an earlier post. What I failed to mention at that time was the requirement for snow shoes. As part of the itinerary provided by the client, we're going for a trek through virgin forest to see exactly where our delightful road will displace a certain amount of wildlife and harvest marketable timber. Nature stands in the way of progress just soooo frequently!
I haven't been on show shoes since maybe my early teens, so this should be interesting.
I'll have better, more entertaining posts later in the week, but for now I have to go meet my coworker, grab a big coffee, and hit the road.
Fresh fall of snow last night. Current temperatures around -20 C. If I don't post again by Wednesday, send out the dogs.
But Simon- do you really think that Fraley would really try that hard to find you?
Posted by: rna | Monday, 12 February 2007 at 07:52 AM
Farley, I mean.
Posted by: rna | Monday, 12 February 2007 at 07:54 AM
Enjoy your trip. Tramping around on fresh snow in far off forests seems quite enjoyable right about now.
Posted by: TerriTorial | Monday, 12 February 2007 at 08:08 AM
Enjoy the snow shoein'. Or, since you probably won't read this you get back, hope you enjoyed the show shoein'.
I always enjoyed a show shoe trek back when I lived in Colorado. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I haven't allowed myself to get rid of my show shoes. They sit in my basement, lamenting the fact that we live in a city that hasn't received more than 6 inches of ground cover in the 6 years we've been here. They are almost as useless here as my overly bright yellow back-country one-piecer. But, to send them away would be to admit that my snow-filled adventures are completely in my past...and I'm not ready to admit that. So they wait.
Can't wait to discuss your hair. Since my follicles are just a year or two behind yours in their strategic retreat...I'm excited to throw friendly stones at your misfortune to mask my own anxiety.
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Monday, 12 February 2007 at 08:26 AM
I can hear the footfalls now. Oh, I would probably freeze my digital recorder to death trying to capture the sounds of the virgin forest.
I have lots of hair and probably always will. Neener. Neener.
Posted by: Mark | Monday, 12 February 2007 at 01:04 PM
When presented with the possibility of reading aboot hair or snowshoes, ahhhhhh, I pick hair. What? Oh, poop.
Mark, hope you have snowshoes, dude. You're treading on thin ice.
Posted by: Linda | Monday, 12 February 2007 at 02:34 PM
Linda - What do you have against snow shoes? many a facinating discussion to be had about the joys of hiking across the great frozen expances. Besides, what with the Marks of the world out there constantly flaunting their resiliant locks...some of us don't like discussing hair.
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Tuesday, 13 February 2007 at 08:37 AM
Okay, okay. Don't get your dreadlocks in a blizzard. I guess I'm just not in a "happy place" right now with all the snow. Actually, I could have used snow shoes trying to navigate the hill to our house on the way home today. You can't fishtail in snow shoes, can you? I suppose anything is possible...
As for hair, is it just me or is Mark's forehead getting taller?
Posted by: Linda | Tuesday, 13 February 2007 at 02:06 PM
Linda - No, that's just his head getting bigger
Posted by: Moksha Gren | Tuesday, 13 February 2007 at 02:52 PM
Okay, I'm here now to defend myself.
Except, I can't. I've told people for years that I have a tall forehead, so I laughed out loud when I read Linda's comment. Put a couple of bolts in my neck -- Halloween costume's done.
And, MG, my brother's always joking about my huge melon. I could have inspired that SNL sketch wherein Tom Hanks says, "Yeah, this head is way to big for this body."
Posted by: Mark | Tuesday, 13 February 2007 at 06:07 PM
Mark, we love you man. And it's a damn good thing you love us ;-)
Since Blogger is preventing me from posting the Lovely Valentine post I'd planned, this seems like as good an opportunity as any to tell you All how much you are dearly loved by little old me. And I mean that. Have a
Happy Valentine's Day xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Posted by: Linda | Tuesday, 13 February 2007 at 07:54 PM
Hey Simon, first time here!
Nice blog... I'll be back again to read.
Happy Snow-shoe'ing!
Posted by: Dave | Wednesday, 14 February 2007 at 08:59 AM