Bob, getting rid of Kim

Bob, getting rid of Reen
(okay, it's an ugly hat, but it was real cold)

Bob, all alone, so forlorn

are those wires live?
anyone got a mouse?

Kim can talk anyone into climbing a pole

- Any disparaging remarks made about our esteemed RCMP within this article are totally Kims fault.
I said nothing but good things all day ..... like..."this is coercion"..."this is against the law"...."we are so fortunate to have buff hotties keeping trespassers off our private lands"

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

Bob, Reen and I drove up North, it was bitter cold, the poles that we were going to climb had been bulldozed down. In the few minutes that we scouted for remnants, my ears almost froze off, and Reen's head, which isn't quite as large as my own, caused inner ear vertigo and we almost had to throw away all of her clothes as she was about to fall face first into a whack o'axle grease.

We moved on and drove about 2, maybe 3 feet, and noticed that across the road there was glass and weren't they pretty!!!: Blue, Green, BlueGreen, Aqua, Peach, Gingerale, Pink, Straw and yes even clear. CD 154's, 143's, 145's. 133's, 162's, 164's and even a 155. Yeah! Baby!

I parked the car and we started piling on the layers, I even had on my babushka topped it off with an itchy wool cap and my husbands muddy work coat. Reen and I strapped on our belts, carried our spikes and the three of us ran across the highway and scampered up the cliff, billygoats would have been envious of our prowess.

Every pole had a prize, we walked about 2 miles and then on the way back started the climbing, well, Bob did, Reen and I found out something about ourselves that day. We have a phobia about climbing slanted poles, on a cliff side, that hangs over the two lane highway, while staring out at the rapids of the Fraser river in the canyon. I know as unfounded as our claim seems, we discovered that our fear is real, and it not the climbing, it's the fear of landing on the highway and being run over by a semi, crazy talk yes.

We also have a physical anomaly that restricts our ability to climb fast, I have mentioned our short arms, but we also have unusually short legs, that make any climb tediously slow, all torso are we, yep, when God was handing out torso's we got in line 3 times at least, that combined with our short arms and legs make climbing a bit challenging at best.

The cold affects people in different ways. For me, it made me eat up all the food before Reen and Bob could get hungry, and Reen was worried about dehydration and when she couldn't pop the cap off my bottle of Powerade she tried to burn a hole in the side of the bottle. Bob lost his footing twice and I missed it picking the crumbs off sandwich off my coat starving near to death.

The cops came but cops can't climb, too many donuts most likely. A big train snuck up on us I waved my sandwich, he waved back, everyone loves Pastrami!

We decided that maybe it was time to call it a day, we'll be back. As we packed up the car the rain started to fall. It was a good day!

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