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Tuesday, May 24, 2005 -- 5:05 PM

Hard as Fuck!

That's what I am. This Victoria Day long weekend me and a friend and his friend went out to Whistler's, near Jasper and camped it old school. Not really in a "fashion weapons out of our environment and hunt in the wild for meat and after, dance around The Fire, smearing raw flesh on our glistening bronze bodies under the stars and trees." It was more of a, "Oh, I forgot the Coleman stove," kind of roughing it, but also a "we might have to pick up some more beer," kind.

Friday was Day One of this epic miniseries. We left at roughly six o'clock with a car packed with various camping tools such as a boom box and beer. It's nearly a five hour trip from the city to Jasper, and we pulled into Whistler's campground rounding eleven. We had only just time to set up the tent and make a fire and a toast to the weekend before it got really dark and we couldn't see where I left my beer I thought I just put down over there, oh, wait, is that it? no, oh shit, I think I just spilled it. That became a gradually increasing problem over the course of the night, but we were all tired from work and the trip and we hit the sack relatively early.

We woke up bright-eyed and nearly bushy-tailed for Part Deux, Saturday. I brought along some delicious bacon that started off our day in a grande way, fried over an open fire in a skillet, and also hot dogs. We decided that if we were actually going to eat the canned foods we brought, we'd need a can opener, so we headed into Jasper for a little exploring. My one friend plays guitar and he found a bar that had an open jam session that afternoon at a pub. It was mostly locals there and they played a lot of older stuff, Dylan style, while me and the other camper friend started into the beer and ended with drambuie. We were getting peckish by five, and we decided to find a local eatery. Find one we did, and then back to camp. We played poker for awhile and I broke out the whiskey for that, but I lost and my punishment was about five shots of tequila, all at once. The rest of the night is somewhat of a blur, but some elk walked through the campsite and that was kind of cool.

Sunday morning we woke up, rather late, to rain. We cooked up the rest of that bacon, and borrowed a can opener from some neighboring campers with more of an intellectual prowess for forsight. We used it on a couple of cans of stag chili, with which you can't go wrong. Keith and I got the hiker's itch once our bellies were full, but jere felt like he needed some "alone time" so we went exploring. Unfortunately the only information we could find was that all of the trails within reasonable walking distance were equestrian only, and also there was a bear warning for the area. Oh well, we thought, lets just head towards the mountain, it being our only landmark.

And so we set out on a marvellous journey of laughter, alchohol, Frenchmen, and also a sort of blizzard, all of which I will tell you some other time. Peace out.