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Nothing like the feeling of a waking up with the feeling of a dehydration headache and stifling heat. 40oz, five people and one dead soldier, you do the math. The first true arctic FABAMAS. As predicted Advil was to be in order but unfortunately someone has yet to place that order, in fact I believe that is part of my job description.

Hunh…

What an inopportune time to have shirked my responsibilities. The day continued to spiral out of control when there were threats that I may have to strap on the hoop again. Thankfully something of the utmost importance came up and I managed to successfully avoid that hardship. Alas it was while I was sitting on the crapper that the trouble began.

She no flushy!


Try this.

Nothing is likely to sober you up faster than having to grasp a handful of last night’s dinner first thing in the morning. So once the sewage was dealt with I got to spend the next hour on my hands and knees with my head in the “bowl” examining the toilet. The Pacto is a complex machine I have discovered. Many gears and pulleys working in unison to make the most unpleasant of human necessities that much more pleasurable. But when the shit hits that fan, or in this case the feed wheel, she is an evil beast in need of hands on comforting and attention.

Anyway, with my head all cleared up and knew found knowledge of the inner workings of the loo I was free to get on with the rest of my day unencumbered with the baggage of a nasty hangover.

You should try it sometimes, I think it could be the ultimate hangover remedy.

Thankfully the last few days have been without much in the way of drama. Even my return to the scene of the grime, the not so dry, to finish up the plumbing went smoothly. We had a couple of conservation officers over to give us a little chat about the wildlife, specifically bears and what to do in case we happen to cross paths with them. The gist of it was: The brown ones and the white ones are carnivores. If you play dead they will think you are and eat you. Nothing could finer than enjoying a nice warm meal without having to work for it. In case of attack we were told to go for the most sensitive areas: the nose or the toes. Unfortunately they are in close proximity to those real dangerous things like the arms and the mouth. We were assured that being a bit of a distance from the coast we were not likely to encounter and polar bears and even less likely to see any grizzlies. Apparently the most dangerous things up here are the rabid foxes.

With the animal lecture all over, the officers and the film crew that they brought with them were ready to head for town. That’s when the real fun began. The plane came in with its new pilot and promptly over shot the runway at highway speeds and nearly flipped over when its landing gear hit a ditch. The only thing preventing it from ending up on its back was the wing that bounced off- dug into is likely more appropriate- the tundra 3 times. Stay tuned for the pic’s, the ruts it left behind are pretty cool, I walked the strip yesterday and was picking up paint chips all over. Unfortunately I didn’t have a camera with me.


Arctic SUV's, as they are intended to operate.

The Conservation officers and film crew got to see it live, while the rest of the us got to see the whole thing on video as the plane limped back to town with nobody but the flight crew on board and one would suspect some serious airframe damage. So our dinner guests got to stay the night and fly to town the next day on the replacement plane flown up from Uranium City. Since then we have scouted out another strip for those ever changing wind directions. At almost 200 metres this one is just a tad longer than the 170m first one. Think about that the next time you hop on an airplane

I like helicopters they don’t need a lot of space and can stop real fast and now that the pilot and I are on speaking terms the one in camp is actually a pleasure to be around.

Isn’t camp life exciting?