Bleeping Mother Bleeper

Days Walking - 54

I'm still feeling awful, but no worse than yesterday. We held a brief pow-wow this morning, debating another damned day of rest because I'm sick. I lied and said I was feeling better today, and no no don't stop on my account, etc.

Adrian's caught my cold, ha ha my germs kick ass. I always feel validated when other people get sick from my germs. When I'm the only one, I feel like a wuss. With luck I will infect them all bwa ha ha

Damn, I just read the post for yesterday and I won't be making that mistake again. What was I thinking, letting these people ramble unchaperoned on the phone? Clearly I was not thinking.

Good thing Jake didn't talk much longer or there would have been death threats flying. I was hoping for an Emmy winning M.A.S.H.-esque 'Letter Home' post and it turns into "Bleeping Mother Bleeper!"

Next time I will prepare eloquent written statements for them to read, all input must be approved and signed in triplicate by yours truly.

And it was not eight minutes. No way. Good grief woman it was just babbling you don't have to tell the world and print invitations.

I'm glad that you guys enjoyed the difference in perspective for a change, I don't take that as a slight never fear. I would happily let the rest of the group speak to the world more often - it's not like I keep them locked up at night or something.

Perhaps once they read your comments, they'll feel the warm glow of attention and be more inclined. This really should be more of a group blog anyway - but it's not their thing. Church was accurate if a bit cool about my blogging enjoyment. It can be addictive, I admit. You don't know the power of the Dark Side. I Must obey my Master. I'll try to get them to loosen up - and speak up - more often.

Ms -E, yep our CB Radio can transmit as well as receive. I'll make sure we ladies stay off the air, and stay safer.

I've been trying to teach Adrian to play Gin Rummy. He's all about Blackjack. I'm sorry but Blackjack is too binary for me. It's over too quickly, bang bang and you've either won or lost.

In contrast, Rummy is a smooth, studied, laid back, social card game.

It's like slow, sweet love-making, not some half-dressed quickie nooner. But Adrian doesn't have the attention span for Rummy and claims I am making the rules up as I go. I'm not though. He just can't grasp the idea of playing off of one another's cards, it feels like chaos to him.

Sharon, you wondered where the next town was. Oh so far away. The next non-industrial oil-pumping related map notation is at Mile 275 - Galbraith Lake, where there seems to be camping and nothing else. No camping during the winter of course. Who us? No Never...Hardly Ever!

- Map rustling -

Golly. The Farthest North Spruce Tree is at Mile 235.

I don't know if you'd call it a town, but the next cafe, gift shop, post office, hotel, and etc is in Coldfoot Camp, at Dalton Highway Mile 175.

Coldfoot is another one hundred and sixty three miles or so from our present location... Say twenty more days of hiking... Add at least three days of rest in there somewhere, so say twenty three days, then add a couple days for inevitable delays...

Say - 1st week of May?
Pant Pant Pant!

Don't hold me to this date, one of us could spontaneously combust or something before that.

Litany Webb, signing off

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