To the North!

Dee and I stuck around camp on Monday to do some packing....

Ugh.

We also helped Amanda with some prep for Outtripping. Then the four of us got cozy in the car for the last time, as we headed to Calgary to catch the bus to Whitehorse, where I would look at this for the next 33 hours.

Since I can't really read on buses - well, unless I feel like its a good opportunity to throw up in an enclosed space - I didn't really bring anything along on the journey to entertain myself. Instead,  I take part in my favourite pass time when there is nothing much else to do ... Eavesdropping!

People sometimes make it way too easy for silent mockery.

A common topic of conversation in and around greyhound bus stations or on the bus is jail time. I think its nice when people end up sitting beside each other find out "Holy shit, I did time there too!" It sounded like nothing too head worrying, a few assault charges, some substance abuse here and there.  Regardless, I would be friendless in prison by the sounds of it.

Our second bus change was in the morning at some absurd hour in the morning in a city where the greyhound bus is a dirty garage with some chairs that identifies the "waiting room".  A lady comes in making a big fuss about a bus ticket, she is clearly aggravated and when she steps outside she starts violently swearing at a guy who keeps trying to hug her. Are you thinking "Cheryl, were you staring? That is rude" Of course I am staring, I am bored and sleepy and need a little entertainment to liven me up. Don't worry, I wasn't pointing, now THAT is rude.

Anyways, later on in the day we have our "dinner stop" and I am sitting on a picnic table chewing some grub after a photo shoot with Diana.

The same lady begins to talk to me. Mostly about how much she misses her husband. (The same dude you told to F-off?....). I nod along and she asks me "Have you seen my rings?" I say "No", . She puts her hands out on the table displaying 2 diamond rings on each finger, sometimes 3. I say "Whoa, that's a lot of rings..." and she simply replies " Yes, each one is for how much my husband loves me".

True that. Then I suddenly think...wait! I have NO diamond rings. I make a mental note to get some for the future. Or better yet, find someone that will give me at least 20.

I will interrupt this now for a wildlife photo seen from the bus.

A bison! Never seen one before.

My third and most entertaining eavesdropping bus patron was a young girl 25/26 and an older man, clearly from the same small town. They are discussing aliens and ufo sightings. One apparently occurred at Lake Lebarge, which is a lake I will be paddling through soon. I hope I don't get probed. 

At one point the girl starts describing her "research" on ancient languages and is appalled that Latin is apparently the oldest language.

Well...When you consider googling the term "ancient language" research, I highly doubt alien languages carved in stones is going to pop up. It is quite terrible that google is now considered research. I wonder if youtube is also considered research, if so, I am an expert in babies laughing and viral videos.

Anyways, at some point I think, I need to get my beauty sleep (how else am I suppose to get diamonds?) to get ready for my 3am arrival in Whitehorse. 

We did indeed arrive and we headed to the 24hour Tim Hortons so I can do this for the next 4 hours...

But, I am happy to be this far North!

YUKON.
However, upon looking at a giant map of the Yukon, Diana and I can't help think...we are just not far north enough....