Smart-Assed Sarcastic Whiney Wanna-Be

Days Walking - 69

Remember how Gabe's snowshoe fastener broke a while back? One of mine went POP! today and I nearly fell on my face. Jake once again came to the rescue with his mad knot tying skills. I've been practicing, but I'm no Knot Master. Maybe Knot Acolyte.

Heather - Hmn, interesting suggestion, but I don't know if I want Dad's GF Joann to read the blog without meeting me first. I mean, if you didn't know me and you read the blog, you'd think I was some snide, smart-assed sarcastic whiney wanna-be know-it-all. Which is true, but I don't want to make that kind of first impression.

I mean, what if he really likes her? What if he falls for her? Gulp, what if they're married by the time I get back? Or have children!! Older couples are probably less likely to wait to have kids, if they're gonna have kids it would be really weird to have another brother or sister at this late date.

And how would the wedding work? Obviously I'd have to be there, so would they come to me or would I go to them and how would that effect the hiking? Yeah, lots to contemplate.

Dad's told me about her a bit (they've gone on six dates so far) and she seems cool. She paints a bit and reads a lot. They met at a sea-kayaking class. I've asked for a picture of her - he's described her but I still want to see for myself.

We watched Armageddon on my laptop last night, it's a cheesy but entertaining flick. It epitomizes the American Spirit of blowing sh*t up for the betterment of mankind. Yay America.

I think I'm losing weight, in the not-a-good-thing way. My appetite has been waning lately, especially now that anything appetizing has been consumed, and just the rough and ready blah tasting crap is left. I chew mechanically and swallow, mostly cause they tell me to. I'll try to be better.

Holy Cow! At Dalton Highway mile 235, we've finally found a tree!
Actually, it wasn't a surprise as it is on one of the maps.



The sign reads:
"Farthest North Spruce Tree of the Alaskan Pipeline DO NOT CUT"

Trees are sparce in this area, but there are trees! They're beautiful! They're something different to look at! I'm so happy!

Get this: Anneli kicked me in the head last night as we were sleeping. (She likes to sleep with her head opposite of the way Church and I lay.) So she must have been having some sort of bad dream, the kind where you kick things, and she just hauled off and kicked me.

Luckily she got me in the back of the head but it still smarts. No knot but I'll bet there's a bruised scalp under all this matted lanky stank-ass hair. Another couple of inches and she woulda got my ear.

Church and I have been unsuccessful in our attempts to get Anneli to tell us what's up with her and Jake. Which only makes us wonder if it's about one of us. Did she catch him leering at my buns of steel?

Is that why she 'accidentally' kicked me, 'in her sleep'?

Did Jake call out Church's name during the deed? What what what? The less she talks, the more curious we're getting. Maybe we should just go ask Jake... Or threaten to.

Litany Webb, signing off

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