It is indeed frightening to face your own mortality while trying to enjoy yourself. In the early days of learning to ski one makes peace with the Universe...then gets on with it!
Those buggers are like being slingshotted onto a mountain ... uphill! They take some getting used to at first also. Nothing quite so embarassing as falling over in front of a long lineup of your fellow skiers ... many of them your arsehole friends! You learn fast.
Going fast is a theme that has followed me throughout my life where skiing is concerned. There's nothing quite like the sound of the universe zipping by in your ears as you tear down the hill! There's also nothing quite like the feeling of snow packed into your nostrils when you make a mistake at speed!!
And swordfight we did! Clanging them together and poking each other in the parts! The swashbucklers from the silent movies had nothing on us!
That winter, when I was eleven, was the most boring collection of weekends I have ever lived through! All my buddies on the block had started skiing and I hadn't. I was home amusing myself or outside resenting winter. Like all things in life if one is in a situation one doesn't like, then one must change it or shut up. I've never been good at shutting up so I changed the situation and became an 'alpine skier' the very ne
This is what happened! The mining companies designed and built the towns to attract the workers...and the workers came! From all corners of the world they came to weld, pipefit, drill, shovel, mill, and all that goes with it. The Satellite Towns had the best of things! Modern housing, Canned television, paved streets (eventually), a hospital...and recreation. Lots of recreation...ball fields were built, the arena, the 'Rec' center, soccer pitches, in time a golf course and so on. And so, it worked. Where there once was nothing except pristine wilderness there became habitat for humanity...and so it remains today!
Ha ha. Can't keep serious.
There is wisdom in which I speak though...there are times that one can feel like anything would be better than another second with blood-sucking insects! And especially those small grey Stouts with the black dot on their wings. I swear I saw two of those in a snowball fight! That is one aspect of living in Labrador that I don't miss now that I'm living out in Sculpin Tickle! Makes the local flies look like amateurs.
I can remember walking through that caravan and being impressed with the whole production. The history portrayed with models, film clips, memoribilia and what not. To some extent I am still impressed but the shine of Canada has dimmed to me from when I was an innocent child. I'm still in love with it but I am losing faith in a great many of those who run the country. There are so many places where the tax dollar is being wasted, wasted, wasted
Well, there it was in full colour. The history of one hundred years of Canada...except we were only around for eighteen at that point. Incredible to think about now but I only missed not being a Canadian by nine years! that's really not a long time so it's no surprise that we didn't know bery m
The boots would be so frozen that it's true, ages would go by in silent pain waiting as my feet thawed, from frozen to pins and needles to finally able to extract from the cold chunk boots. Then I could rub my feet until the feeling would come back. Eventually I would be able to walk without wobbling to the burger stand. They were the best burgers I've ever tasted! I have no idea how many I ate over the years!