Last Friday, the family (minus one brother) and I took a trip out to Port Renfrew for a day of exploring the Botanical Beach and Avatar Grove. For those who are not familiar with either of those places, I would highly recommend becoming familiar with them. The Botanical Beach near Port Renfrew is a stretch of loosely compacted and very soft sandstone where, through the action of waves grinding harder rocks into said sandstone over time, small tidal pools have been created. Therefore, at low-tide, one can go out onto the beach and peer into little pockets of the shallow-ocean ecology of southern Vancouver Island. I may have just explained that whole process in a way that doesn't make any sense, so here are some photos.
In the bottom two pictures above, you can see how development is threatening the Botanical Beach by the installation of sea urchin condo units. He..he.. But seriously, the rock here is so soft that sea urchins will carve out a small hole in which to reside. It's a pretty effective defense for these little would-be otter snacks; just think of having a door-mat covered in 5 cm spikes.My camouflage is working perfectly..
As a first year geology student, this place was pretty fascinating for more than just its biological features. The ways in which the sandstone had been carved and eroded had me stretching the limits of my understanding of the processes involved, but I like to think that beyond that, my guesses were at least educated ones. There were many photos I took of things that I thought I might like to ask a prof about in the new year, and far too many things I noticed and became curious about to list them here, but one of the features I will mention was a ballroom-sized, sea-level platform that was very nearly perfectly flat. This picture (left) was taken in one corner of it, but the whole thing probably measured 25x25 meters, and aside from a few small holes here and there, it was practically a giant patio. Here's another photo to try and show its size (my mother is in it for scale).
After our morning outing along the beach, we had a picnic lunch and took off north of Port Renfrew into the woods, in search of the Avatar Grove. My parents had been there before, so finding the trailhead was not an issue, it was keeping track of the trail that would turn out to be the problem. Before I get ahead of myself though, let me do the forest justice by explaining why it is worth seeking out in the first place.
The Avatar Grove is an area of threatened old-growth forest that remains as-yet untouched by the logging industry, thanks to a group called the Ancient Forest Alliance. Members of the AFA discovered the stand of giant Douglas Firs and Red Cedars in 2009 and began petitioning local and provincial governments to designate the grove as a park or conservation area. They, annoyingly, lent credence to their cause by naming the grove after a certain James Cameron movie in which there are also very tall trees, as well as tall, blue, cat-like aliens. Yep, that name is never going to get old, timeless really. To carry on with their sci-fi theme, the group goes on to compare one of its claims-to-fame, "Canada's Gnarliest Tree" (a massive red cedar with a burl that measures about 12' in diameter), to none other than Jabba the Hutt of Star Wars. Well at least these folks are getting out of their parents' basements and into the woods for a change.
Well, I am here today to tell you that even though these ancient-forest-hugging-sci-fi fans are doing a great job of pressuring the various levels of government to protect this beautiful forest, they are not the best trail-builders. Surprising, I know, but we soon discovered this while following a valley-top path that was marked with flagging tape. The path was above a small creek that we could hear, but not see, so when we realized that we had run out of trail markers, the sense of adventure got the better of us and we decided to make our own way back to the car.
We knew that the car was parked beside a bridge, and so the creek would make a good hand-rail, as it was running away from the direction of the road. So we rather haphazardly made our way down the hill to the creek and started scrambling our way upstream over the rounded rocks and pileups of massive fallen trees that were evidence of the violent outbursts this little creek could produce if a heavy rain were to fall uphill. We must have hiked up the creek for about a kilometer or two, watching the hill to our right for any sign of the flagging tape. Our confidence was beginning to waver when we reached a beautiful little waterfall (pictured at the top) that posed a rather difficult barrier. In looking around at our options, we noticed some trail tape and a familiar tree at the top of the hill where we had taken a couple of photos earlier. Sweet Flying Spaghetti Monster, we were saved! It was an easy hike back out to the car from there, where we arrived smiling and mostly uninjured, with plenty of daylight to spare. After an exhausting, but thoroughly adventurous and enjoyable day, we took the winding road back to Victoria, and had a beer.
Well, the time of big things happening has come and I am currently right in the middle of it. After a long and at times dreary semester, the marks are out, school is out and Rebecca and I are out. Out of St John's, that is; on May 1st, we moved out to Corner Brook to start our new lives as west coasters on the east coast. I am getting a little ahead of myself though and would like to quickly mention my two week stint as an apprentice stair-builder.You know, stairs.
As exams were wrapping up, Bec's father had mentioned that he wouldn't mind some extra help in his stair-building shop. Not having a clue how one goes about making stairs, I jumped at the opportunity and spent the next two weeks learning as much as I could about the manufacturing and installing process of stair-building. It was an incredibly rewarding experience, not only for the knowledge and experience gained in such a short time, but also for the chance to do a bit of work with my hands that didn't involve a keyboard. Plus, it was a great way to fill the time leading up to us moving out to Corner Brook.79 year old Sequoia in Butchart Gardens.
The move went incredibly smoothly, almost too well. You know that feeling you get when you haven't yet started to put things into the truck/car/van, but you have everything you own all laid out in boxes and bags in one or two rooms and every time you pass that room you stop and think "how the hell am I possibly going to get that into the vehicle?" You know it's a rhetorical question, because it'll never happen, but you try it anyway and sometimes, if you're lucky, or happen to be a Tetris master, or maybe you just have really poor spatial awareness, it all fits. What a great sense of satisfaction. Anyway, that is the epic tale of my afternoon on April 29th. Then to add to the success of this particular move, we drove 8 hours across Newfoundland IN SPRING and it did not rain. Not once. Absurd..
Anyway, once all the moving and settling in was pretty well done in Corner Brook, I promptly left. With just enough time between move-in day and my first day on the job, I took off to Victoria for a visit with my parents and man, am I glad I did. Not only is it great to be 'home' and catching up with them, but Victoria has been experiencing what is apparently a historic spring. The sky has been clear and blue and the thermometer has read 20C or above every day.
I am only halfway through this trip, so there isn't much more to say than that I am loving the weather and that the Butchart Gardens are ridiculously impressive. When I heard about the gardens and saw some of the photos that people had posted (that did not do them justice), I really was not all that inclined to go see what all the fuss was about. However, spending a beautiful, bright sunny day there, early enough in the season that the crowds were not overwhelming, I could not believe the amount of work that must be put into the place daily and the level of detail at which it was performed.
"Butchart Gardens, on a fine day, is like walking through a Dr Seuss book that is filled with plants from the Land of Oz."
We have plenty of things planned for the rest of this trip (Salt Spring Island, a drive out of Port Renfrew to see the Botanical Beaches, many more visits with friends) before I return to the Rock next Thursday. And despite all the excitement I feel about being here and doing things here, I am also very much looking forward to going home for a May long weekend spent with friends and music. Our friends from St John's are making the trip across to celebrate our moving away and also to check out the Trails, Tales & Tunes Festival, which is happening in Norris Point, in the middle of Gros Morne National Park. And then, at long last, I get to start my new summer job with the Newfoundland Geological Survey's Coastal Erosion Monitoring Program.
Don't get jealous Rebecca, but I'm gonna be studyin all the special places this fine lady has to offer all summer.
Do you ever have those periods of time - they could be weeks, days or hours, or months if you're lucky - when everything seems to line up for you? Everything goes your way for this, often short, period of time, and you feel like you have hit the jackpot. I wish I could say it feels like you're getting away with something, like it's a small crime that things are suddenly always going your way, but it's not. It feels like you are just above it all, hovering over words like 'disappointment' or 'almost' in a cloud of 'everything's going to be fine'.
My week has been shaping up like one of those times. Let me start off with telling you, internet, what event kicked off this great week of mine. It began on Saturday night; my girlfriend was flying home after two months of travelling in Africa. Her flight was to land around midnight and as I sat in the airport with her parents, my insides were a mixture of intense excitement and nervousness.
However as delay after delay was announced for Westjet flight 424 and the hours of Sunday dragged on, desperation was added to the mix within. She had been diverted to Deer Lake, the other side of the island, due to icy runways. Her parents and I waited and waited, even taking a break to go get a midnight snack of hamburgers, but eventually we gave up. I poured a drink when I got home and sat down to read my book when I got the text: 'The pilot says we're going to try again and if we don't make it, we're going back to Halifax'.
Well it was about 5:00am on Sunday morning when we finally got home. We slept through the majority of one of the most beautiful days of the winter, but no one cared. You could have heard a sigh of relief from the house itself as she walked through the door if you'd been listening close enough.
Well, after the airline drama of Saturday night/Sunday morning and the excitement of being back together with my long-lost-lady, I thought things would begin to calm down. It was not to be, the very next day, when we walked down to collect her mail, she opened a letter from the university that told her that she had been accepted into the education program. This was the dream that she had been working toward since moving back to NL come true, not a full day after she had arrived home!
Not three days later, an email appeared in my inbox from the Geological Survey of Newfoundland & Labrador offering me a job. Just like that, with Bec starting school in May and me getting a great summer job offer, the plans for our summer, and indeed those for the next year, were elevated to the cloud of 'everything's going to be fine'.
When I first met my Nana, I would like to think that the thought going through her head was something like "Oh I hope this one has red hair." She was a very proper English lady straight out of the Lake District of northern England, which, though I have not been to every corner of the British Isles, I am sure is one of the most beautiful places in that country. In her spare time, I can always remember her doing her crosswords, watching the news, knitting and she was forever reading some new book. And while I rarely saw her when she was in action, she was also an excellent painter. Her artistic streak ran deep; I imagine that she is the source of my father's artistically unreadable handwriting and likely my own. She was a funny lady and one could tell that her family was her favourite source of good humour and great conversations.
In December, when nearly the whole family was together, Nana had fallen very ill. She was in the sort of state that a woman of her age and condition cannot easily come back from. Without it needing to be said, I think we all suspected the end was near and yet she still managed to make us smile through the sadness. She was, to put it plainly, quite out of it, but she still managed to accuse her son (my father) of looking like a piece of window drapery in that shirt he was wearing.
During the night of Friday, January 26th, Hazel Evans' heart stopped beating in her sleep. She died in peace, she was 86 years old. In her memory, I had a drink of Wiser's, one of her favourites and I shall forever remember how she could always make us smile. You will be missed, Nana.
Warning, some viewers might find the following entry contains oowey, gushy-ness and too many feelings. It has been rated 'S', for:
As many of the people who regularly read, or at least look at, my site already know, lately I have been missing something from my life. At the start of January, my girlfriend left for Africa for two months. On the day that she left, amid a huge crowd of excited families returning from home Christmas, she would be gone for 50 days. I started counting them down as soon as she was out of sight.
Some guys might see this situation as entirely crazy. Watching the person I care so deeply for leaving for nearly two months to travel around one of the more dangerous parts of the world while I went home to go to school made me feel more helpless than I can ever remember having felt. For the past month, the feeling of helplessness has come and gone with all the consistency of the direction of the wind, and at times it has left me feeling quite lost. It is not, however, a situation that I am unfamiliar with at all; being apart from loved ones is something I have abundant experience in, I'm just not so familiar with this end of things. This feeling of helplessness is one that I myself have put others through repeatedly and I can genuinely empathize with how my parents have felt during all the distant trips I have taken around the world.
I am left, then, with this strange mixture of emotions, like sad pride, and happiness about my loneliness. She is off in the world, doing amazing things and having a fantastic time, and it makes me proud to say that I am so attached to this courageous girl. Almost daily I am reminded of this when I tell others about her being off on a trip through Africa, generally the response is the same: "Are you serious? Why Africa, isn't it dangerous there?" Yes, it is and she went anyway, for the adventure.
Before I begin this little rant, allow me to give it context with this story by the CBC.
3D printing, available to the middle class. I have to admit, this is some pretty cool technology. It obviously does take a bit of money and skill to be able to afford this technology and then use it effectively, but more companies are looking to change that, as the above story suggests. Here is one company based in Toronto that is aiming to lower the cost and eliminate the awkward and cumbersome nature of many of the 3D printers now available.
Now, aside from the weak editing job and Liav Koren's obvious awkward discomfort with being on camera, I can see something glaringly bad here (Note: L. Koren is Panda Robotics' Lead Designer and the presenter in the above video). Without sounding too cliché here, I think it is fairly safe to say that we live in an age of plastic overabundance and oil shortage. For anyone who does not know this already, petro-chemicals (coal, oil, etc.) are a key ingredient in nearly all plastics.
The point that I would like to make is not that this technology is inherently bad. I think it's a wonderful tool for modeling, making casts, etc. My point is that we as a society need to be stepping back from consumer technology like this and looking at it in the broader sense of what sort of behaviour it encourages. To have an aim to make this technology as prevalent as the modern 2D printer, or the laptop or the cell phone is to perpetuate the same sort of consumerism and disposable economy that has landed us in this amazing global abundance of trash that we are now dealing with and will continue to do so for generations to come. Here is an extreme example in the Maldives of how poorly a job we as a global society are doing of managing the results of our throw-away lifestyles.
There are ways to save the 3D printer (to a point) from becoming the next cell phone, when it comes to technologies that promote wildly unsustainable consumer practises. Developments in plastics and the ingredients that go into them and also proposed 3D metal printers would limit their effect on already strained natural resources (ie. oil).
Take corn and plant starch based bio-degradable plastics, for example. It is a more sustainable product with a vastly shorter lifespan than that of petro-chemical based plastics which is becoming cheaper and easier to make and therefore much more prevalent in today's society. It does have the same unfortunate side-effect as plant-based ethanol in that it cuts into global food production - while people in the world are starving, the rich countries are growing food crops to fill the tanks in their SUVs and F150s. Still, it must be said that the efforts and alternative thinking behind products like plant-based plastics are encouraging and should be encouraged.
The simple conclusion is that there are too many of us in the world for every middle class person to have their personal plastic doo-dad factory sitting next to their speakers, laptop, car keys and cell phone. We cannot and should not continue to encourage such wastefulness in consumer society. And if that statement seems paradoxical, it is - which means that we must begin by transforming our consumer society into a reusing society. I'm not calling for the end of capitalism (but only because when it does end, it will likely do so spectacularly), just a rethinking of what capitalism and consumerism could mean if we could only get away from its traditional roots.
This must have been the longest span of time this site has gone completely untouched; except for the one comment left by someone wondering if I was waiting for the end of days to make an update. The truth is that way back in September, after the first few days of class I decided to pick up another one: Biology. Now here come the excuses, three of my classes have labs, I recently got past two weeks containing 6 mid-terms and thankfully I have Rebecca, who is determined to drag me away from the desk and out into the world.
Since the beginning of the year, life seems to have been one long procession of due dates and test dates. Even though it hasn't left me a great deal of time to get out of town and/or do my own things, I have used what little time I have had pretty damn well. At the beginning of October, Rebecca, myself and two friends went on a weekend trip up to Fogo Island. We toured around the little island off the north shore of Central Newfoundland, seeing the corner of the world, hiking a few hikes and camping on a beach.
The very next weekend was Thanksgiving, which I spent with Rebecca's family in Bunyan's Cove. It was an excellent time, the weather was beautiful and so was the scenery. We had a huge meal and a couple of awesome outings.
Now that the semester is half-through, I cannot wait for it to be over. This has been a real wake-up call to what horrors a full-time schedule can offer. When the right combination of courses are added to the mix, it can be a real perfect storm of stress. That said, I have absolutely nothing to complain about, having taken two weekend vacations already this semester and a brother at Guelph U. for mechanical engineering who has a schedule that makes mine look like a part-time janitorial position. So in future I hope to be on here a little more often, if only with some brief updates with photos now and again. With that, I leave you with this gem, taken at our recent black-tie party.
As the title would suggest, I go back to school tomorrow. As my colour-coded schedule would suggest, I've got quite the awesome (and at 4 courses, slightly light) schedule, with most of my mornings not starting till late and all of my days finishing early. Ever since midsummer when I built this schedule, the question has been tugging at my mind: why not get a part-time job this year, or at least this semester?
The past week and a half of being between work and school has been filled by a variety of household projects, which I will get into in a moment. However, the art of living without any schedule or structure can sometimes be hard to transition into. Granted, life working as a raft guide, living in a shed in the woods is not exactly what most folks in the white or blue-collar world would consider structured, but for the month of August, it seemed that way. We had been flat out since the very first day of the month, riding the wave of optimism from the amazing weather that the entire island had been graced with for the entire month of July. So despite how busy I have managed to keep myself over the past ten days, I am eager to fill my days as productively as possible.
Perhaps with a schedule releasing me by 3:00 pm everyday, an after-school job is an excellent idea. I have a hard time, however, getting past the notion that such an extra-curricular time-commitment would invariably affect academic performance. Perhaps this is just my personal hang-up, or poor time-management skills making me nervous about losing my potentially fluke-y academic average. Whatever the case, I have decided that the give it a try attitude toward part-time work is probably the best approach at this stage in the game. What's the worst that could happen?
As far as what I have been keeping myself busy with here in St John's over the past week, all I can say is that though there are some real gaps in our furniture inventory, the place is certainly coming together. Aside from a somewhat messy night out on the town that ended in falafel heaven and Cam and I hiking from Pouch Cove to Cape St Francis (approx. 7.3 km), most of our time has been spent on the Oxford Embassy and her furnishings.
First of all, the main floor of the house was already well furnished; thanks to Cam's parents helping us out with their rented mini-trailer when they arrived, we had several large pieces of furniture that would otherwise have been pretty tricky to tie onto the roof-rack of Cam's Ford Focus. In fact, looking around me now I can see that the only thing that has been added to the living room is a leaf in the dining room table and the following series of photos along the wall in the hallway.
We are not yet finished with the living room/dining room area though. As I type this, sitting at the dining table, there is a stack of newly purchased, dollar-bin Marvel comics that will soon be dressing the surface of the table. We did the same thing with a chair we recovered from a neighbour's garbage heap, except instead of comics, we used something even more familiar to us: beer labels.
This little beauty is currently sitting in our basement, receiving a few coats of varnish as we plan out how we to do the same thing with a smoother finish on the table with comics.
While all the cool stuff was happening in the living room, I also managed to finally finish off that desk of mine. After four coats of varnish and some modification to the length of its legs, it is now taking up nearly half of one of the smaller bedrooms upstairs, which is serving as our office. However, my bedroom was still remarkably bare. I had not even gotten around to hanging anything on the walls. I remedied this by picking up a $10 dresser, can of paint and some brushes. Just today I picked up some nice blue rope with which I will tie some fancy knots for handles (the dresser came without handles, but was otherwise solid, hence the discount price-tag). Now at least my room has a bit more colour to it, other than my bright orange sheets, that is.
The home-decor spree that has been my hobby since returning to St John's will hopefully continue, it is a lot of fun having the space for arts-and-crafts time and some people around who also enjoy doing it. However, I also look forward to getting out and enjoying the trails and rivers that Newfoundland has to offer over the next year. There is still so much of this island that I need to explore and so much of that lies way away on the west coast. Many more adventures await.
This post is going to be about the awesome summer I have been having out east and the new apartment that I am moving into for the fall, but before I get going on all this me, me, me material, I have an announcement to make.
That's right folks, 52 and she can still swing 20 metres into a giant rope net. In other words, she's still got it. In the 24 or so years that I've known her, she's been a pretty amazing lady and continues to surprise me all the time. When she called me to tell me that she would be moving out to Victoria, BC to pursue an opportunity to live on Canada's west coast, I was on a bus somewhere outside of Calgary and couldn't help thinking to myself 'huh, so that's what it feels like'. She does her best to lead by example by going out of her way to try new things and continually challenging herself. She has always been an inspirational role model for my brothers and I and we are all so grateful to call her our very own mum. Happy (belated) Birthday Mom!
Now back to me. Recently I undertook a trip to St John's to meet up with Cam, who was due to arrive on the 9th. Upon meeting up with Cam and his parents, we unloaded his entire car (which I truly wish I had a photo of to show you, because it was so crammed he literally could not drive the thing) and quickly decided that we did not have enough furniture. Over the next couple of days, we saw some of the sights around town, showing Cam's parents some of St John's' highlights and also did a bit of furniture shopping.
Since this was the first time I have been in the situation where a 4 bedroom apartment has had to be furnished almost completely from scratch, it seemed a little daunting. However, after hitting every thrift store and yard sale in town, we had spent $150 on furniture and had come out with a dinner set, sofa, four end tables, two coffee tables, kitchen utensils, a toaster, slow cooker and one gloriously ugly chair, as pictured above.
This will be a common sight.
On top of the impressive haul of furniture we acquired, I managed to find myself a queen sized bed set and Cam picked up a bicycle. We were about 5 minutes late to pick up a perfectly good chop saw for $10 and were pretty close to buying a chain saw that was likely older than we are for $30. One can get a little carried away when yard sale-ing.
In other news, the summer has really blown past. I'm not sure when it suddenly became the middle of August, because the last thing I remember was it being the beginning of July. The weather has been amazing and of late we have been amazingly busy. It seems we get one light day per week. This week, it was today; we had two rafts out and were accompanied by a very generous rain cloud. Last Friday, two paddlers were out. Every other day we have anywhere from 3-5 rafts going out. This is definitely how the summer should be, big crowds out every day, sunny days and big splashes!
Hopefully these sunny days can hold out just a little longer. In about two weeks I'll be heading to St John's to prep for the fall semester and settle back into city life. Going to enjoy these dog days of summer and get the most out of this river lifestyle. Oh and I guess at some point I've also got to finish that damned desk...
Things around here certainly have picked up since getting back from Victoria. We've been on the river plenty lately, the new 2 hour, high adventure Canyon trip is finally up and running (although it's not running often yet) and the guys and I have been living it up as much as is possible in this town.
Shortly after I got back from Victoria, our newest guide, Will, arrived. I was working the day that Jason, Darin and Chris went to Deer Lake to pick him up, but on the drive back, I became included in their plans. We were in a spell of beautiful, warm weather and had the extra good fortune to be under a full moon and clear skies at night, so the guys thought that a midnight paddle was in order. A few nights later, Geoff, Jason, Will, Darin, Chris, Me, Black Horse and Lamb's all crammed ourselves into an oar boat and went for a little paddle.
Needless to say, it turned out to be an awesome night - made even more awesome by the fact that I didn't have to work the following day. Our plan at the beginning of the evening was to run a no-splash trip, just a relaxing, full moon float trip down the river with a couple drinks and good company. These good intentions lasted all the way until Ring Rock (about the half-way point) where Will suddenly lost all balance and coordination and fell out. From that point on, I don't think Will stayed in the boat longer than 20 minutes at a time. So we decided then that we all really wanted to try surfing under the full moon - an activity which, if done correctly, soaks everyone in the boat. It was, and we were.
The nights that we are not spending paddling down the river in the dark are sometimes spent here, at Kelly's Pub in Grand Falls. After having sampled some of the watering holes around town last summer, I could proclaim that Kelly's was the only bar in town worth stepping foot in with some authority on the matter. The place usually has some sort of live music on the weekends, good prices, a decent 'pub' feel to it and most importantly: a patio. Jimi Jacks, a bar just down the road also has a patio and good prices, however I would never recommend that anyone go hang around on their patio unless they were looking to purchase drugs.
More often though, we will be found a little closer to home. The Guide Villa has taken on a much more homey feel to it this year, not only due to improvements made to the property, but also because of the people here. I can remember many nights trying to escape to town or hanging out in my cabin alone because I either couldn't hold a conversation with my fellow guides or I couldn't be bothered to. This year is a different story altogether. Without getting too corny about it, I feel much more a part of a team this summer. It is a good feeling to be able to work, live and party with the same folks without getting incredibly irritated by their company. Now I'm not about to say that I like these guys, but they are a hell of a lot more tolerable than other guides I've worked/lived with, not to name names.
Our most recent adventure lasted a full weekend, involved three shows and enough alcohol between the four of us to burn down St John's, again. I am, of course, talking about Grand Falls-Windsor's very own once-a-year bash: Salmon Fest. Rumours about attendance at the festival's main event, the Aerosmith concert, were flying around well before the show even happened, but the estimates now put the crowd at somewhere in the 20 000s. I'm not sure how many of those were in the 'beer tent', but I am sure that I talked to most of them.
During an evening of....brainstorming... Darin brought up an idea which would allow us to go see the concert for a much better price than the one posted on the website. It was a much more cunning idea than mine, which was to just wait until dark and then jump the fence. An old boss of his on the Ottawa River had purchased his ticket to Blues Fest - an event that draws thousands - in exchange for him going around chatting to people about the company and handing out rafting coupons. So we suggested the same thing to Jason, who loved it, and it went up the chain to Paul, who was luke-warm at best to the idea. Thankfully, we gave it enough time for the idea to simmer away on the back burner and after Gyula said yes, Paul caved. We didn't quite get the tickets covered, but Paul agreed to pay for half, so we were off to see Aerosmith for half-price.
In all honesty, it could have been anybody up on that stage as far as I was concerned. It wasn't so much that I was working hard at pumping up the rafting trips to people, I was having loads of fun at it. It was one of those amazing nights with just the right combination of party atmosphere, good weather, a healthy buzz and for me, a bit of an objective in mind - to talk to as many people as possible. Let me just say that when you are around so many people who are in a good, sociable mood, with a reason to strike up a conversation and (sometimes more importantly) a reason to cut it short, you can have an amazing night.
Now that my body and wallet have been sufficiently punished, it's high time I got back to some other projects on the go, namely the construction of my desk for the fall. Speaking of the fall, I have some news: myself and two friends from back home, Cam and Gideon, have signed a lease for a condo in St John's. Project Oxford Manor is official. The four bedroom, three floor condo will be ours the first of August and we're pretty excited to move in and make it ours. My new address will be posted to Facebook soon. Till then, this map will have to do.