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las, I was thinking of you whence I wrote those lines; your antics are the inspiration of fools......


.......like me.






The only thing worse than Scandic might be Germanic, a problem closely aligned with folks of your nomenclature if I remember correctly.

Ja! Ve ain't du schmart. Dats fur shure.

Oops. I think quarter square -head blood slipped in there...

My immigrant German grand dad used to say in his heavy accent:

"Du zuun vee ged olt, du late vee ged schmart.

I'm half way there. 50% is good isn't it?

Don't knock us Norse folks...




...we might be stubborn, but we're right

I"m 75 German, 25 Czech... so blockheaded, adds to the party portion.... screw it we can do this.

I do happen to have portable spotlights though.

But for some reason they are generally referred to as headlights... LOL.

SLOW is the ticket... by yourself for sure. I took lots of mini breaks. And was careful, no one else if I cut myself or worse.

I"m hoping I can keep it up. Kinda hope at least Carolyn is along the next time we go bang though. LOL.

I am not sure I am cut out for DIY in the snow though, but I"d be willing to experience it once... if I coudl get a tag about then.

Of course I"m dumb enough, I"ll stop and help anybody with anything if they are willing to let me pitch in...I guess I could say though, luckily I"ve never stumbled into someone elses' moose kill. Probably because we don't favor the trails that much except to get to another point to venture back into the bush..

PS LAs on the boat thread... I have this bad habit of ramming my airboat on the coast into the dock. THe dock is really weird for me for some reason... Current mixed with opposite winds and no reverse... I have half a dozen fairly good dents so far... managed one Sat morning again... Ugh....Its usually the under current that messes me up at the last instant... I always try to put up into the wind so I can push against that rather than have it hit me in the prop....

I was thinking about that on the second of the four days and 300 miles involved in my little rally for ol' alces. Except, I kept thinking of the old adage "strong of back, weak of mind" and how handy that sometimes can be. It also occurred to me that I've definitely traded in my back but I don't seem to have gotten much in trade if my mind is supposed to be the balancing effect there. But I suppose stubborn does count for something. And, hey, if I some day end up croaking from a heart attack alone on some distant hill in a place I've long loved and made memories with friends over the years, I just hope they find me frozen in a position that lends itself to being easily strapped to a sled without them having to go "Robert Service*" on my sorry frame.


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Skol!

Rost.
On the trestle bit, there was a 8-10 mph current turning 90 degrees from a rock wall then into the trestle... I was planning on beaching into the back current immmediay upstream. The current had other ideas. I went bow first into the rocks then sideways into the trestle

The 1" heavy wall pipe handle on the lift had me pinned as the boat swamped and went under. I bent it getting loose.

Below the trestle the Lab retrieved the lunch. And ate it.

Survival situation....

Sad state of affairs when the dog ris the smartest one in or out of tha boat...

Thats German...

Slow, methodical, and some self punishment. Yep. german.

I hate not knowing what to expect from currents/ vs wind..... just when I get a couple of clean docks, I bump the dang dock.

I've just about come to the conclusion I"m coming in sideways from now on, perpendicular to that dock, and then just have someone hop off and walk me into the slip...