As I mentioned in my Friday post I was going on a road trip this weekend. It was amazing. I did absolutely nothing but relax and have sex. I guess there was some playing with the dogs and feeding ducks in there too but you get the idea.
Rea's back living with her parents and this is awesome because her parents are good people. Her dad is one of few people I wouldn't want to mess with. He used to be a very mean and aggressive person that rode a motorbike and beat people with pool sticks. Now, however, he looks like a biker on vacation in Hawaii, flower shirt and all. He tells jokes and has some awesome stories.
I'm not going to go into to much detail about the sex but, as usual, it was good and very frequent.
Instead I'm going to focus on the 12 hours I spent behind the wheel of my car. I haven't done a lot of driving anywhere but in Canada and I'm going to give you a run down on why falling asleep is never really an option while driving in the Canadian mountains. The one and only reason outside of actually paying attention to the road is something called wildlife. We have a shit tonne of it up here.
The drive took place at night both directions. I drive better at night, when I don't have to worry about other shitty drivers on the road. When the Moon was out it was a very bright night indeed but when driving in narrow valleys and shadowed hills the moon wasn't always around to lend me some extra light. Instead you rely on your headlights and high beams, and the reflective properties of eyeballs.
Driving in the pitch black night doing 70 miles an hour you don't have a lot of time to be scanning the ditches for vague shapes of animals and eventually you'll drive yourself crazy thinking random lumps of dirt are deer. Instead you look for little glowing eyeballs, which then help you recognize the shape of a larger animal.
I'll give you a run down of all the animals I saw on this trip.
|I saw 1 of these. It's a Coyote, the one I saw was dead.|
|3 of these things (elk) they would of fucked up my car if they were any dumber.|
|I saw too many of these do count, close to 30. All alive and oblivious to my horn.|
|I didn't see this little fucker but I knew one was close by and dead... recently.|
Oh and Vino wanted to hang out while I was in BC... shitty, I'll have to reschedule.
PS. I saw a wild hipster too but he was in the safety of a 7-11 so I couldn't swerve to hit him.