Ah, freedom 35... For those trying to reach me, you'll have to use my hotmail account from now on. It seems your friendly neighbourhood wall crawler must part ways from time to time from those wishing to bind me in admittedly comfortable chains to the old 9-5. For the second time in my professional career, I've (how to word this...) fallen into some lovely parting gifts, and indefinite vacation. I haven't quit smiling since it finally happened.
Onward Ho! I was up half the night debating which next adventures to have. In a fit of nostalgia, I surfed to the Robotic Ninja man, and reminisced about Joshua Tree adventures, and a certain philosophy of climbing, er life. I considered grabbing a map, some beer, and his credit card, as he so effectively did for me some years ago. This would involve calling.
Other ideas- I'm checking out the Kanu centre up on the Madawaska, and throwing myself into white-water kayaking/canoeing for a week. I also found myself shopping for sea kayaks and related trappings. If I threw in a roof-rack, it would seem a shame not to head West, and combine the jumps and fun of the Whistler Mountain Bike Park with some coastal tripping. . . Surely a second coming is at hand! I am in deepest need of adventure, and I find myself with that rarest of combinations- both money AND time.
If you find yourself interested in adventures like these, you must drop me a line. I was in Ottawa last week (check out Magnifico) at the National Art Gallery, and I'll likely be here and gone during August- off cottaging/camping, canoeing in Algonquin, and perhaps that whitewater clinic. September is open season though, and nothing is too crazy to get me intersted. It's all I can do to sleep.
