21 April 2009

Sequoia Nat'l Park


Snow is deeper than a well digger's ass...need an escort for an overpriced beer run. Learning how to save people in the wilderness...or at least calm them down while they die slowly! Some people die from too much exposure; some people die from a lack of it (thanks Nick Cave).




An inspiring crew of First Responders: park rangers; fly fisherwomen, paramedics, conservationists (chop down some trees while hugging others); outdoor adventurers (ski bums, climbing dirtbags, and other inspirational folks pursuing their passions, naysayers be damned); outdoor rec dudes; therapeutic wilderness teachers; and even a guy who builds the most bad-ass adventure vans you'll ever see. I'd be proud to park it down by the river!


Crepitus, Jugular Vein Distension, and Pink Frothy Sputum would be excellent death metal band names.
Screaming in mock misery and/or focused spine assessments (but ONLY after a COMPLETE patient assessment, of course) by day, soaking in the bubbly and overflowing hot tub by night. Miranda the Brisbanian gave us the run of the joint...all the cranberry juice we could stand. Three decent slops with a cot & crapper...what more could an aspiring bum want?

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