Doin' it Right

To celebrate unexpected freedom from the duties of life, Gimli and I jouneyed to Jasper National Park. With only 3 days to spare, we needed to chose our trail carefully in order to maximize rage potential. On the advice of Jasper native George SW, we headed to the Tonquin Valley, hoping to see the elusive 25 cent beast. 

First, preparations. Dom quested to Cooper's for provisions. Seeing as great minds think alike, we both had taken advantage of a buy 4 special on Lipton's Sidekicks.

Remarkably, all except two were a different flavour

We set out with high spirits!

Our 46 km quest was for Woodland Caribou and Grizzlies. Instead, we found many thousands of mosquitoes. 

Dom is taking a huge risk

Despite the lack of animals, the scenery...(note the mosquito photo-bomb)

Despite these winged freaks violating our very manhood with their probing probosces, they were not the most terrifying threat to my survival - sleeping in tent with Dom where the very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. I was faced with a choice: sacrifice my flesh to the hordes outside, or risk severe permanent lung damage inside Dom's tent...

To cleanse my skin of the stench, a creek bath was in order

We scoured the tundra, but the White-tailed Ptarmigans eluded us as always

During the 46 km trek, our conversations explored various topics. One question I asked was: are businessmen happy? If they are always thinking about profits and moneymaking, how can they be happy? Even the most absurd things can occupy businessmen who will fill any number of niches if there is money to be made. Like start a webcam site (there is a niche for people who want to be viewed naked, then there is an opportunity for companies' adds to be viewed by the pervs that view the sites. And presumably, after unwittingly glancing at these adds for a few seconds in between bouts of creeping naked girls, they will subconsciously want to spend money on the products being advertised (or possibly view a different webcam site, which has adds for another one, and so on...).

En tout cas, we both agreed we would rather have any job than marketing. We would rather do anything that would actually help society no matter what it is, such as a gynecologist or anal surgeon.

Riders passed by here not 1 week ago

Crossing paths with a band of roving Rohirrim, we sought tidings. "Have you seen two Hobbits?" I asked. They stared at me blankly, very confused. "Halflings, only half your size..." Hopeless trying to make people get LOTR references...

"What business to two roving birders have in these lands?"

I fed my soul with rock, spruce and sky

Then, it was time to drive home. But whilst we were cruising through Banff, we received due compensation for our wildlife-devoid trek: GRIZZLY BEARS!!!

The mother kept a close eye on her two cubs and the creepoes photographing them from the roadside

All we can decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. So we continue to wander these lands: two roving biologists in search of our destiny....which will forever involve DOING IT RIGHT!