I took off one of my cancer-causing gloves to try on one of Wendy’s gloves. It weighed about 5 pounds, and was such a tight fit, and so warm, when I wedged my hand inside I complained to Wend that it felt like I’d plunged my hand into a goat’s intestines. She left me. All by myself to look at another breathtaking array of Canadian (aka BETTER) candy.
Just another god-damn beautiful picture out the car window on our drive thru the Yukon.
I live in mother-effin Los Angeles, inspired daily by the beauty of North Hollywood.
I am not bitter.
…will I see you again, spectacular Yukon Territory? What a blessing to look out the window and see this.
“There’s a pork chop over there.” We’re stoppin’ for that!
snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, gas station, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, truck, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, ooh bison, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, snow, oh! Catholic Church!
When we were hanging out, all toasty warm in the Liard River hotsprings, I mentioned the Aurora Borealis, and one of the sweet guys asked, “The wh???” “Shit,” said one of the other guys, “She’s from CALIFORNIA and she knows what it is and you DON’T???” Sweet guy takes a nice swig of beer. “Nope,” he says. “Ugh, Northern Lights?!!” says guy #2. “Ohhhhhh! Riiiiiight!” says the sweet guy. “AURORA BOREALIS!!!”
This one will be next year’s Christmas card…if Wendy doesn’t get us killed, stopping in the middle of the AlCan like this.
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